If you can't laugh at yourself, then who can you laugh at?
Well, there's that homeless lady who keeps screaming at me about how her hair is infested with nano-robots and pickled pigs feet. Or that drunk guy who's making out with a mailbox. Oh, and anyone who falls UP stairs. That's always hilarious.
Come to think of it, there's plenty to laugh about. So the Lord said, "Let there be Rowdy Bowden. A random collection of thoughts, stories and general stupidity to be enjoyed by those who can't live their lives with the reckless abandon of their youth, but who aren't exactly ready to hang up their immaturity hats."
Well said, Lord. You're quite the public speaker. You should write a book.
And so it begins.....
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