Dear Gravy Makers across America, I have seen and done everything Ive wanted to do. From motorcycles to meeting legends to facing fears and so on. Ive reached every goal in my life Ive set. Ive owned a Unicorn & puppy, caught a huge draught of fishes in 3 days, caught the big one and released it, and enjoyed the misery & torment of 7 perfect years in prison called marriage. Minus the 3 meals a day. The warden was there every day, 24/7. Sad aint it? Jump, sit, sleep, wake, money, & all at controlled by the warden. Hahaha.....yeah right. Somebody controlling me? Thatll be the day. Anyway, im just messin. It was a beautiful 7 years. Ats better? I guess. Cant really think of anything bad to say bout it anymore. Live long and prosper or something. Anyhoo, goals. Reachable & unreachable goals. Ive hit all my marks ive set. Ok, maybe just the fish and a Unicorn, learned guitar, & am awesome at cornbread. Point is, ive finally joined the Gravy Makers Club!! Sad. Really sad. Just pathetically sad. In my north of 20+ years, i finally made edible gravy. All due to my awesome aunt Janices killer how to directions she sent me. I think i can truly die a non-hope-believing, miserable, man. Truly the heavens have smiled on me one last time. Tis a perfect end to goal achieving. I do believe. Just sayin. One small step for retired fisherman hermits everywhere.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 01:25:12 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015