So there I was minding my own business, when out of the blue came this rogue attack from my sister. She forced me to start a blog; well actually she didnt but it sounds fun and she did show me where to get one started.
As this is my first entry in my first blog I thought I would start with something of the most funnerest nature, a healthy, and most tasteful, joke. What’s known as the UFC, or Ultimate Fighting Championship, doesn’t use its full name, which happens to be “Ultimate Fighting Championship, Non-Chuck-Norris-Division”. I like that very real life semi-joke. I say semi-joke because it is funny in a joking way, but mark my words --IT IS NO JOKE--
On a lighter note today was super beach day with the Johnsons. It was a good time. Charlie didnt come, hes afraid of the boys and the stores are afraid of him. It all worked out in the end, he patrolled his beat in the new backyard. Just Charlie with his flack jacket and tazer. Hes tough dont worry 'bout it, its pretty cool.