I am friggin Famous.

So the other day I was reading the paper and who's ugly mug do I see on page three? Me. Just kidding, who reads a paper anymore, and we all know I can't read. I can't believe all the hounding I have gotten from the paparazzi. I mean at all hours of the day. I can barely take my kids out for a quiet dinner without someone yelling; hey look it's the guy from the newspaper. I am no longer a private person. I have really come a long way in the last 33 years. In another 33 I may get my name in the paper, for now I will just have to settle for my face. Good thing I was not picking my nose, or breathing with my gapping mouth open. I stole this picture from the local paper and give all credit to Barb Hollingsworth, just in case she wants to sue me.