So it begins. The letters of doom. I have wracked my brain all day trying to come up with a Q story. I almost said to heck with it and Quit. There was the girl in high school that just couldn't Queef Quietly and the story about my first duck hunt without a call where I Quacked all morning using my vocal cords I ended up losing my voice.
I finished up dinner rather Quickly so I could sit and here and come up with this post.
Nothing is happening.
There is the time I went to Quebec on a caribou hunt. The time I Quietly snuck out the window to ring doorbells all night throughout the neighborhood. Of course I could tell you about one of my favorite cartoon characters Quagmire form Quahog or about an old highschool friend who passed from cancer Mike Quinn.
Would you take a bet if I told you I could shove a Q-tip all the way up my nose without sneezing?
Watching Quail run around in the woods with their little head feathers bobbing comically.
I just can't settle on one particular story. My mind is a mess and in the end I would just as soon let this letter ride as it is. Thanks for reading about my........