As if I’m not already taking up too much of my time chasing an impossible dream, I began writing for a new website. This new task has taken away from working on other projects, but from what I have learned in the last year, writing seriously has a much bigger benefit in the long run than trying to make people laugh does. In fact, making people laugh is pretty much a waste of time. Why put so much effort into something a feather to a foot can?
Anyway, the new site I’m contributing for is called Call to the Pen. For those unfamiliar with baseball, it’s a slang term for–I’m not going to even bother. To view my articles exclusively I will redirect you to my other baseball site I write by myself and the page I have dedicated to this new site. I figure, if you are interested enough to click on one link, you will probably click on a second.
That’s it. Just wanted to share this little piece of nonsense.
I’m also spending New Year’s with a sexy lady.
No, not here. She’s only my number two and three.
Mooselicker 
You cannot take funny from your bone if you want to. Remember that supposed-to-be-horror story where you made the scary guy pick his own nose? Or when you dated a poop?
Happy Holidays too! It’s been a while since we last corresponded formally. That meant one with no removal of trousers.
You are such an atheist, you know that?
I am going to read now. I look forward to becoming both educated and amused.
Don’t fail me.
Did I ever tell you Henry ‘Zeke’ Bonura was my cousin?
No! You never told me. You have more cool cousins than I have any. Why won’t anyone procreate with my family?
I have a ton of his memorabilia. He used to play catch with my brother and I.
That’s so cool! I only played catch with a big leaguer once and he had no clue who I was.
I’m just tickled you know who he was.