Confessional Six: Retirement Income

Before I begin, I must instruct you to report directly to this link. It is to be listened to on loop while this confessional is read.

CHALLENGE REVIEW COMMENCE

The first influences on this week's theme were the live challenges, more so the second. Dick in a Box was boring and fairly productive, nothing much to say besides no one trusts me with a cardboard box containing a calculator that has no operating functions besides multiplying numbers by three. The Regis Philbin-Allen Ludden-Ed Sanders Extravaganza (or RPALESE) was probably the highlight of the week, which also shows how quickly (yet gracefully!) I am aging. It's a shame Elise wasn't there; I would have made fun of her bottom line, "THIS BETTER BE GOOD CHALLENGE," and called her a caveman for the remainder of the episode. But there's always next weeeeeek~(riet? :o). Of course Byron and I were the only ones to have easy Bingo boards. For the rest o' y'all...

NO BINGO!

...amirite? Anyway, Compulsive Gambling with Travis, Age 81 was simply a hoot. It was a rootin'-tootin' ol' time that reminded me of my bi-monthly Parish trips to Atlantic City. Maybe next week we'll play a game about portioning our foods in accordance with our Diabetes, a challenge where you have to smell like ointment and corn chips, and a MB challenge in which we agree with things that Arnold Palmer says. I'm sure it would put a smile on all of our denture-containing faces.

In other news, what's the deal with Avatars (and airline food)? SRSLY THO GUIZE, Let's Convey Our Rude Thoughts About Each Other Through Pictures was one of the better MB challenges. I don't know the outcome yet, but I will update this blog once I do. I put liek a kinda unnecessary amount of work into my stick figgers, so, um, i hoep i get sum moneyz.

You may now stop listening to the Golden Girls theme. Since everything can use more of the Family Matters Theme Song, I now direct you here. Fuzzy feelings will ensue.