Your author at work.
It was 10:30am Saturday morning. It was about half an hour since my wife had rolled out of bed. She was finally finding her words.
“How did it go?” she asked.
I thought real hard for a long, long time but I was baffled. I had no clue. “What in the name of Zeus’ butthole are you talking about?!”
(Side note: This is a fairly representative example of a typical conversation in the Taker household. -Ed.)
“Your blog post.”
Oh. Shit.
Demonstration of portion control. I do love a moist sponge, laws yes.
(The goal for today’s post is a simple one: At all costs avoid any mention of He Who Must Not Be Named. If I screw that up, my wife kicks me in the marzipan. Again. –Ed.)
Truth, Justice, and the American way. Simple, lofty ideals that sound good but are easier said than done.
We’ll take a look at a typical American family and see how they incorporate these values into their modest daily lives. Something tells me it will be a real treat.
In the Taker household, dessert time is a special time. It’s a sacred time.
This post is going to be meta. It’s going to be about process over form. You can go function yourself.
I realized it was my turn to write something. Again. What is this? A wheel in a gerbil cage? I sure hope I’m generating electricity for someone.
My post ideas were as scarce as the GOP enthusiastically supporting Obama’s initiatives and giving Hillary a thumbs up on Benghazi.
Hmm. What to write about? What’s been in the news lately? Guns? George Zimmerman? Jared Fogel? Ferguson? Amy Schumer’s orgasms? How we all survived yet another “end of days” with the blood super moon? (Thus earning participant ribbons.) Oprah buying Weight Watchers? Drake’s dance moves?! The TPP?
NO!!! I cannot do it.
nudge. wink. report. 