Now I don't know if you are like me....well shit. I certainly hope you aren't.  That wouldn't do well for the world....or my fragile sense of ego.  It would probably crumble like a fart being blowin into a box fan covered with dryer sheets and strawberries.  

So here we are...back again and a week late...as I watch my delusions of grandeur go strait down the toilet like the shit I let roll off the end of my fingertips...onto the keyboard....on a notepad....to the food you eat at your local McDonald's....

By now you all went to see End Game right?  Good. Cause I'm not even talking about it here. I just needed to get your attention....like I was going to say something that might cater to the non misogynistic masses.