No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun - for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax - This won’t hurt.
–Hunter S. Thompson
What is your death row meal (the meal you eat before you are executed)? For me it is the sarmale/Irish eggrolls and yes that post was done on purpose. Since this blog has been read its last rights and strapped into the chair.
Yes you read this right and this will be my final post on this blog. I had a blast over the last couple of years hanging out, sharing my insane ramblings, sharing my attempts of horrible photography (if you want to say pictures look great check out a year ago), horrible grammar/spelling, and all the other joy and joyness that comes with blogging.
Ok in true Jeff fashion I am being over dramatic and I am simply just moving to a different domain.
As many of you know I started dating Heather from http://bodaciousgirl.com/blog/ all because of the BBA. We have decided to try our hands at a joint blog and it will probably be an experiment to see who kills the other one first (I am betting I kill her first for screwing around with my OCD and moving all my spices around).
So please come check me out now at my new location: http://hecooksshecooks.com
p.s. yes I have done zero spell or grammar correction on this entire post as a throw back to some of my first posts on this blog so bite me grammar/spelling elitists.