Between the moment you come kicking and screaming into this world, to the times you've narrowly avoided being thrown out of it, there are brief moments of reflection where one is forced to contemplate their utter awesomeness. This blog is dedicated to the plethora of those moments.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
I think that the gas from the chili is coming out of my pores...I'm like a walking cloud of fart smell...soooooo gross. -- Joe