I have writers block. Oh, boy do I. It's so bad that I can't even think of a single funny metaphor to explain just how bad it is. THAT'S BAD!
So instead I'm going to show you a funny picture:
This is the handicapped spot at a hotel my family stayed in 10 years ago in Boston. I would love to tell you that this is as ghetto as the place got but it was just the tip of the iceberg.
Did I just say "tip of the iceberg"!? I totally did. Knights of Columbus, I am as boring as a big fat boring thing. If you paid to read this site I would owe you all a refund. And chocolate pudding. And a party, except that you would have to entertain yourselves because clearly I am not up for the job. I would provide a pinata though.