Once I was lost.  It was a dark and stormy night.  I was blogging regularly.  Not many people were reading due, most likely, to the dumbing down of America.  I dreamed that Donald Trump was running for President.  Imagine that epic fail.

Actually, I met a girl.  This is a true story.  She knew what a mudpuppy was.  If you don’t, I wouldn’t consider you marriage material.  Our courtship was just like a Nicholas Sparks novel.  Or so I hear.  I’ve never read one.  I saw the movie with the bull rider.  I told my wife the bull rider looked like a young Clint Eastwood.  Guess what?  It was his son!  Pow. Pow.  You probably guessed that I married the girl.  If not, you didn’t spend much time on my About page.  Fair enough.  I probably don’t care that much about your life, either.  Unless you are named Kardashian.  Or Putin.  That guy kills me.

Anyway- like House of Pain says- Guess Who’s Back?  “I get wicked, you got a booger, pick it.”

Right on.