2006jun14. Make this vow with me. You know how when you’re really really horribly old suddenly the media decides that you’ve made the Right Life Choices™ and they breathlessly report to the world that you’ve engaged in some seemingly life-shortening habit yet ... here you are. Like George Burns, with the cigar thing. Anyway, do me a favor and tell them some whoppers. “I only eat hushpuppies. And actual puppies.” “I play mental basketball three hours a day ... wait ... I’m winning!” “I keep myself fit and happy by visiting the pudding spa every week.”
Ah, pudding humorcrutch, how I’ve missed you so.