If I Were an X-Man
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
Somehow it came up in conversation the other day that Dan can eat more Whoppers than any of his fellow GEEKS (Genius Extraordinary Engineering Kick-butt Superstars) at MegaCorp.
This became the topic of much conversation and it was decided that if he were an X-Man, that would be his special power.
It's raining malted milk balls in your town. Men, women and children are running for their lives. Who do you call? Why, Daring Young Dad, of course.
I too have a special power which I have mentioned previously on this weblog. Call it a gift, a talent, or a freakish genetic mutation. Lately I have an absolutely uncanny ability to get the best possible parking spot at all times.
Today at Tar-zhay:
Hate me, if you will. I only intend to use these powers for good, striving for a world where humans and brilliant-mutant-parking-spot-goddesses can peacefully co-exist.
I have decided that from now on, parking spots will be the theme of this blog.