Ten years ago I started posting videos of fat men here on Human Dog. That was followed by a Captain who never left dry land. And then some home movies and some adventures with Sara and her cats. Later the emphasis shifted to improving our science scores. That involved lots of yelling. That led to an in depth investigation into the rotting belch of the American character that was abruptly cut off like a mechanical kidney on a Sunday evening.
Today I spend my time helping the elderly and infirm tear pieces of paper into little strips and then place them in their mouths for extended periods of time. For this, I’m called a Patriot.
I just call it lucky.