So I got that City Paper award
Behold, the physical proof of Midnight Sun's award-winning-ness.
This makes up for all those blue ribbons I never got at the county fair as a child.
Damn you, tractor pull!
With all these awards, I'm going to have to get a bigger desk. And a bigger ego.
All this recognition was too much for my old ego, which split at the seams.
No, wait, that was my waistline, from all those $1.25 Clipper City Golds at Down the Hatch ...
Damn you, Hugh Sisson!
Anyway, I'd like to thank my parents, for having me, and my grandparents, for having them. And all the little people I robbed to bribe the City Paper.
Now, I've got to run out to Wal-Mart and pick up some Windex to polish the plastic cover. Man, I wish there was one near here, like, in Remington or something. Hee hee.