So Leon is moving his worldly possessions from one part of Michigan to another, I’m the back-up back-up. Let’s get ‘er motivating, shall we? All my pictures are animated, so if you are on your flintstones phone you might want to skip right to comments.
Gather round my friends and lend an ear, there’s a tale needs to be told. This is the abridged version. For the complete story you’ll need to pony up 50 cent to my publisher.
You see, there was once a man, so big he shook the ground with each mighty step. For a snack he’d eat an entire ox and pick the gristle from his big-as-a-surfboard teeth with the ox horns.
Hopefully everyone survived the SBBME and the SOTU and the Tax Cut and the Shutdown and Collusion and the Nork Bombs and … Is it my imagination or did stuff like this happen all the years before in my life, just with less fanfare? Even weather events like winter storms seem to require special names. I blame Obama and Snapchat.
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