Well peepsâ€¦looks like thisâ€™ll be my last post here. Our pal Jimbo (well, your pal, my soon to be worst nightmare) should be getting back from beautiful, sunny Florida in the next few days. Iâ€™ll, naturally, have to go into hidingâ€¦Iâ€™m thinking heâ€™ll never find me if I disappear into the bowels of the New York City subway system, incognito as a homeless person.
The Parkway Rest Stop thing is some bigass crazy shoes to fill and, Iâ€™ll be honest, Iâ€™m worn the hell out. Iâ€™ll be going back to my own 65-70 boooshit hits-per-day blog, but listenâ€¦I feel like Iâ€™ve developed a kinship with all of you, so do try and keep me in your prayers, as Iâ€™m convinced that I will most definitely need them.
If I ever find my way to the State of Montana, I am definitely going to have to raise a couple of pints with the
Chief Mischief Makers and Hellions-in-Crime Holy Trinity of the Montana Blogosphere Craig, Dave and Randy (The latter being the absolute most devilish of them all! Donâ€™t let the piety fool you), and non-Montanans Teresa and PRS reader Bill, all of whom have provided me with lots of laughs and support, despite my popping major â€™roidage over what unknown Sopranos-style massacre awaits me. After all, I didnâ€™t exactly ask Jimboâ€™s permission for this lofty gig, so he will be in for quite a Great Farookinâ€™ HairÂ©-raising shock when he gets back.
From what I understand, Craig has a monster of a grand finale in store for Jimbo, too, so do stick around for that. Some of Daveâ€™s troooooly bizarre artwork will be showcased, and so that will be a special treat.
Aightâ€¦Iâ€™m outta here. Just remember, put in the good word for me, mmmm-kay? Itâ€™s been real, peeps.