Staging My Own Writers Strike (eight words)
Still Here
Still Alive
Still Thinking
Not Writing
I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards. I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
Still Here
Still Alive
Still Thinking
Not Writing
Labels: Eight Words
2 comments:
No TV,
No radio.
Just books,
magical words.
No beer and no SB make Homer go crazy.
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