these are some tough times for a person who by nature is always thinking about that next killer one liner.
with no hint of a job in sight, with an emergency fund shrinking faster than a penis in the artic ocean, and with a body not responding to exercise like it once did, there's good reason to be the complete opposite of "fun to be around".
but it's strange really.
i can't help myself.
must be in the wiring—not unlike my butt dimples i suppose.
see what i mean—butt dimples, that's killer jerry?
although some would have me believe it's all part of the obama effect.
but i don't know.
i think that has more to do with not killing myself first—in an amusing way of course.