Anybody remember that guy? Kinda the poor cousin of the hipper Schoolhouse Rock cartoons.
I just wanted to report that, like George Costanza, I am currently eating cheese, Summer of George-style.
I have a chunk of Pesto Jack.
No plate, no knife.
No crackers.
Just gnawing off the block.
Alas, circumstances dictate that I limit my breach of decorum, so, regrettably, I am not shirtless as I eat my cheese, caveman-style.
I fear the Summer of Joe may be at the end.
However, I refuse to go gently into that good night.
Cheese in hand, I will rage, rage against the dying of the light.
My goal for tomorrow will be to never put on pants. That's exactly what I'll do.
I declare it Pantless Saturday.
I am gonna LIVE DAMMIT!! LIVE!!!!!!
