Someone recently wanted to know what I did in my free time. So I told them that I didn't do much, that I'm kind of a boring person.
"On the weekends, I drive around town and take pictures of vanity license plates," I said.
"One time, some years back, I saw a shooting star. You know what I wished for? More staples for my stapler," I added.
Some time later, the person told me that they thought I was a decent enough writer and should maybe write a book. To which, I told them that I had, in fact, started an autobiography.
The chapters were:
Chapter One: That Time I Saw A Frog
Chapter Two: School? I Don't Need No School!
Chapter Three: That OTHER Time I Saw A Frog
But then I saw another frog! So I abandoned my memoir. I figured it was probably just gonna be about frogs anyway.
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You are far from boring Sir Jake. Even if you are perceived as such, it makes no matter. You know that you aren't boring. Plus, frogs! Frogs!
P.S. I am going to put your website in my links. I like it.
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