|Recently, my friend Joe, the boy genius behind Crotchety Old Man Yells At Cars celebrated his 500th birthday...err post. In the blogging world which dominates over everything else, this is a major accomplishment.
I'm not sure if I have ever done anything 500 times. That's not true. I know for a fact that I have drunk at least 500 Diet Cokes in the past week, which in turn, has caused me to overuse the facilities at least 500 times and overflowing them at least twice. Thanks Old Man!
Da old man as he likes to be called runs a tight blog over there. I love the Wednesday feature "Caption This" where you get to caption some of the most outrageous photos imaginable. I have a couple of personal photos that I wanted him to use but he told me they were too racy for his blog. He told me I should call Larry Flint up at Hustler magazine and tell him I'm available. I'm not too sure 'bout that.
Crotchety lives all the way up there in New Jersey. I know it ain't his fault. He wanted me to come up for a visit but you know I turn into a Middle Aged Fat Woman every time I cross the Mason/Dixon line and nobody wants to be that.
Another thing I like about Da old man is that he admits who he is. He is crotchety. He is an old man. And he yells at cars. You can't get more straightforward than that.
Thanks for the laughs!
Keep 'em coming.