In the post you see below about Gracedale, I am highly critical of Gracedale's so-called administration. But as I pecked away on my keyboard, s strange thing happened. My hands began to burn like they were on fire. It's almost as though Council member Kelly Keegan pulled out a voodoo doll of me and started burning my effigy's hands. Was God punishing me for being so mean? Was Satan giving me a sample of things to come? I actually had to walk away for a few minutes until the fire went out.
After some research, I think it was neither the Almighty nor Beelzebub. It was cycling. I sometimes grip my handlebars too tightly, and the burning sensation was my circulation returning to normal.
Your hands were burning with the truth.
ReplyDeleteHonestly coulda been any of us. I mean at the last convention, we sold hundreds of Bernie voodoo dolls
ReplyDeleteit was Kelly, she cast a spell on you
ReplyDeleteIt might also be that other thing you do.
ReplyDeleteBernie, I'm touched that you think about me so often. It's both enduring and oddly flattering. I had no idea I occupied so much space in your thoughts, but thanks for letting everyone know.
ReplyDeleteI always say, "there is only one thing worse than people talk smack against you, and that is nobody talking about you at all."
*endearing
ReplyDeleteI should've used AI! 😂😂😂😂
ReplyDeleteKelly, You can be sure that lots of people have been talking about you. I am happy to hear that you are flattered and endearing. I'd write about you more often, but my head usually explodes when I try.
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