All,
As I'm sure you all have, if your anybody whose anybody (sorry nobodies), you have been keeping track of the amount of blog posts I have put out there. Yes, it isn't a staggering amount and no, the counting is not what this gloating is about. I am gloating a slim victory tonight. A minimalist victory (which also is the victory of most Simmons men...if you catch my drift...if not we have small penis') That victory is, unabashedly, that this post (YES THIS POST) is post 69.*
I didn't really know how to approach it. This being somewhere around the two year mark for this blog I thought, maybe it's a good time to let it die. 69 is a nice time to fade. However, as I specialize in the excruciating and painful, I thought the better of it. I also thought, for the first time, I might actually write something of substance. Despite that initial foray into short stories mid-blog I haven't lately ventured into the seductive wood that is yarn weaving. However, that also lives now on the back burner with the idea of this blogs demise. So... after careful consideration I thought, nay, knew the way to handle this momentous occasion. I give you haiku 69:
Here:Post 69
A number, vivid, divine;
Do it in the butt!
There it was suckas. More later. Andrew has a date with Bobby. The movie, not some dude named Bobby. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Some of my best friends are named Bobby.
Cheers,
A.J.S.
P.S.--You don't think I'd leave without a dope beat for you to step to, did you? Check it out. That's a classic.
*Note: That many uses of the word post next to all the 69 references was unintentional.
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