I wanted to let everyone know that Twitter unsuspended my account. I don’t remember exactly when they unsuspended it. It might have been two weeks ago. I’ve been too busy adoring Jeffrey Dahmer’s mustache to remember when it was. Time sure flies when you’re admiring the type of lip fur that guy had. I don’t know why he ever got rid of that mustache. It’s hard to understand some of the fashion choices people make.
I’m going to be cleaning this place up in the New Year
Things are going to be a little different around here. I’m going to change the design. I bought a new theme during a black Friday deal. I like this theme better. I’m also thinking about paying for a few of the addons for the comment system that I’m using. I want things to look differently. I’m never happy with the way this place looks.
Expect to see more of your favorites here
I’ve asked Aunt Martha and Gimmy if they would like to post in the comment section. Who knows, you might see them in the New Year.
Will 2020 be the year that I make the million dollars?
I haven’t decided yet. Maybe. You’ll have to ask me later. It’s got to happen sometime. I have this odd feeling sometimes that it’s an impossible task. I’m just a small-town guy who likes to talk about big ideas. Can someone really create a site that talks about fake mustaches and getting head lice and turn it into a million-dollar venture? That’s a pretty good question. I probably should’ve asked myself that before now. I usually don’t plan things ahead. I decide first to do something and then figure out a way to do it. No, I’m not a woman. I’m only married to one.
I don’t think I have anything more to say
I think this is it. I was hoping to pound out a long post. I thought maybe this would be a couple of thousand exciting words. I can barely squeak out this many. It’s going to be harder to make a million dollars than I thought it was. I don’t want to keep putting off that pizza party in Italy. I want to eat pizza in the place that started it all. It feels like an uphill battle to get this over 400 words. I don’t know if I can do it or not. I’ll do it for the pizza. I’ll do anything for pizza. It looks like it’s over 400 words. I’m going to end it here.
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