Boy is it nice to be home again. For the past two weeks I have been climbing Mt. Everest. It has been an exhilarating couple of weeks. Now I am ready to resume my four-hour work week. I have received a couple of emails wondering what had happened to me, fortunately nothing. I did have to wrestle a couple of wild animals for my Cheetos, but it was a small price to pay for the view on the summit.
Anyway, will be heading out for Atlanta tomorrow, but before I leave Nashville I am going to get my vital organs scanned. For a hypochondriac like myself, this is both exhilarating as well as nerve-wracking, sort of like climbing Mt. Everest. To prepare for this, I had a dozen or so fried chicken fingers and the remaining Cheetos, (the ones that didn’t have lion spit on them). I figured, after they notice the big gob of butter sitting in my aorta, they are going to remove everything I like from my diet. Anyway, enough about my clogged arteries, I don’t know if you received the email that I am taping a film on June 23rd and 24th in Nashville. Hopefully this will get me the Academy Award that I have been longing for.
As I write this, the U.S. Open is on TV twenty hours a day, so I guess it is a good thing that Buttercup is out of town. I hope my bed sores don’t show up on the heart scan, it could cause a problem in the ‘splainin’ department. I have to go now, I have used up my quota of words for today. See you in Atlanta or Nashville. Provided I can get past Bonnaroo traffic.
P.S. I didn’t actually climb Mt. Everest. As if I had to say that. It had just come to my attention that some of you, and you know who you are, think I only work four hours a week. If that were the case, I would have to find another job, I could never work that much. Peace.