Terry Gristle here. I was asked to say a little somethin about myself here on this—hey, guy! What's this thing called? A Blob? Oh. Blog. Sounds stupid.
Anyway, I'm not much for this writing crap. Maybe it has somethin' to do with me signin' all those alimony checks for my four X-wives: Bonnie, Bonnie, Betty and Beverly. The way I see it, writing about your self is some poor sad sacks way of cryin' to the world—sayin oh look at me. I have problems. Well if anyone can tell you about problems, it's me. Like I said, I got 4 ex-wives—count 'em: 1,2,3,4. And five kids. Each one hates me in their own way. I don't blame 'em. I was a lousy dad. I also got a car that's been on it's last leg since the day I got it. Plus, I got a bad ticker, bad back, bad Akilleez tendon, bad breaf and an all around bad aditood.
Anyway, about this writin' stuff. I ain't much for gettin' all literrarry. I speak my mind and I usually don't give a rat's ass what anybody thinks. I been a cop for 25 years and I seen a lotta shit go down so maybe I'm a little jaded and don't care much to flower things up for people so they can feel good about themselves. You wanna feel good about yourself then go watch some of that crap reallitty tv. I usually just have a couple a shots a J.D.
Hey guy! Is this enuff? Okay good.
I don't know who would be interested in this crap or waht I got to say. Some sorry loaff who cant leave the house I imajine. All right. Gristle out.
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