“blah blah blah … city council blah blah … guaranteeed to vote for me … yadda yadda … im so cool … blah blah blah … weather sure is … me me me me … bye.”
i hate when my dad calls.
That sounds like when I talk to my dad .. Well except the City Council part.
Imagine listening to that same speech every single evening. It’s a thrilling little what-I-did-today ritual of shameless self-promotion.
sounds like a blog.
Damn, the thought of Dad having a blog is just terrifying.