Blogging? Me? NO WAY! I can't believe I am doing this! I swore I wouldn't, but here I am, just another one of the lemmings.
And as you can see. . . no one is reading it. Well, except you and I'm really, truly sorry about that.
So let's get back to the issue at hand.
Why am I blogging?
Am I a narcissist? That is one possible theory.
Smoking Crack? No, not since that whole Richard Pryor thing.
Gun to my head? A squirt gun, maybe.
My Editor wants me to? Yeah, more than likely.
But the real reason is. . . well I don't know.
I have nothing really valid to offer mankind after I invented the Sham-Wow.
Not really but I wish I did.
However if you ever decide to read this blog again (and you shouldn't because that laundry pile of yours is getting pretty big) you will learn that I rate hot men on the Sham-Wow-O-Meter.
You know, if you saw Hugh Jackman naked you might need three sham-wows to dry your seat. Zack Efron, two.
Me? Well, you can always use it as a blindfold.
So why in Holy Heck am I blogging when the only reason people read your blog is so that you will read theirs??
Riddle me that?? HMMMM...