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Thank you for choosing AbsurdAir, your captain for this flight is KaidokJ. I have no license, I’m considered legally blind and I’m easily distrac… Wait, what was I talking about…

But not to fear. There’s a good chance we’ll never make our destination, but since this whole flight metaphor is just a weak attempt at a humorous anecdote, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. Ah damn, I just shattered the illusion by crashing through the 4^th wall.

Anyway, thanks for the watch.

I’m sure you regret your choice by now, considering this madness is basically what you signed up for, but since all tickets are non-refundable, welcome to Crazytown. Quarantine measures come into effect upon arrival.  

On a more serious note, here’s basically the run down. Posting regularly (fingers crossed), free funny stories in almost all fav replies, and an intro to Kevin the Llama in the Llama Badge reply. Also, if you haven’t already heard, I’ve been designated Kevin Llamason’s official biographer, so you can check out what he’s been up to in The Kevin Chronicles. (Unfortunately “The Kevin Chronicles” are currently on hiatus, while Kevin gets a handle on his pinecone addiction. In the meantime I hope to experiment with a new format in the near future, so keep an eye out for that)

So that’s about it. Thanks again for flying AbsurdAir, and I hope you enjoy the ride.  

Thanks for the fav on 134 - Did somebody say eye test?

Can you imagine the sort of dedication and sacrifice it must take to guard a holy object? All those seconds spent putting your life on the line, willing to take a bullet for something that might not even be all that important. I mean sure, everyone’s heard of Saint Bernard of Beethovenshireton and his quasi-miraculous axe, but how holy can a cheese sandwich really be? It’s not even toasted. I certainly don’t want to start any sort of religious debate about the elastic nature of cheese, but I just don’t get it. But then my faith in things is pretty low. For example, I’m still on the fence about this whole rain business. For all I know, it could just be a figment on my neighbor’s imagination. The only things I truly believe in are the three large, ambidextrous mountain trout beating me about the head with multi-colored pool noodles every half hour or so. If you ask me, infrequent impact to the cranium is the only way to be certain of anything these days.

-BlacknBlueSceptic