My New Year's Resolution for 2018 was to live to see January 1, 2019.
With a little over twelve hours to go, I'm liking my chances.
|Wish me luck|
|"Got it. Little help."|
|Here There Be Penguins|
|"I don't like the sounds of this, do you?|
Incidentally, who's the midget?"
|"Frankly, it's good to see that Little Al, or Manic Depressive Ken, to be honest, has returned, because his essays poking fun of Grandma, Slappy, Creepy Uncle Joe, the Boner-in-Chief, Fauxahontas, Low Energy Jeb, Lyin' Ted, Spartacus, Idiot Bernie, Liver Lips Pelosi, or any number of despicable people who refuse to see me as the greatest living, or dead, president, and, frankly human being to ever inhabit the planet which, to be honest, was not so great before I became the greatest, have I said that, president ever with fantastic hair and big hands, big hands, will be a welcome shot in the arm for a national psyche which was in desperate need of being boosted before I became the numero uno honcho to live at Pennsylvania Avenue, so I welcome this outstanding purveyor of the written word. CHINA!!!"|
|"Got some bad news for you."|