This is me in my favorite T-Shirt. I call this shirt, Mr. Green, and he is 15 years old.
It's an old softball shirt and it is ripped and torn (much like my body) and is nowadays as paper thin as Dick Cheney's conscience.
Schmoop, among others, would like me to throw Mr. Green out.
What should I do? I'll let you guys decide.
A different perspective of me and Mr. Green. He is my friend. Sometimes, my only friend.
Should he stay or should he go?
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday.
I hope you join me tomorrow for a brand new Blog-Fo-Mercial©