He was a cliche skateboarder

He was a cliche skateboarder

with separation anxiety. Every kickflip sent him into a frenzy. His dreams of being reincarnated as a fridge magnet were farfetched so, for now, he tied himself to his board and

put a dishtowel over his face, shot up with ketamine and waterboarded himself with beer slushies. In no time at all his Olympic dreams and offshoot merchandize prospects f

-lourished. His Special K and beer waterboarding training regiment gained traction, and soon hopeful Olympians worldwide were buying his $39.99 DVD collection. A dreadful accident

street and fewer plasticene porters at the hotels. Because of too ,many hipsters, we are doomed as a civilization to repeatthe mistakes of the Roman emperors. Sad but true.

Just today I saw a guys wearing a toga in line at the DMV. Then I saw a flyer about chariot races at Rattle Snake Raceway this weekend. Man, I can't believe we're emulating Romans

but what the heck, at least the wine is good. I stopped by 7-11 on the way home to pick up an amphora of wine. Then the missus and I sat on the steps of the rotunda and got tipsy.

I was ready for anything I was so sloshed. I stood there with a smile on and nothing but a smile on. The missus commented on it. "Harold your honey bunches of oats are showing."

But I sowed them didn't I? You can't say I didn't sow my oats. I have 3 2(1) oats and their oatlets to show that. The paper trail will not find anything up that avenue. I am sure.