The No-Name Post

Tanned.

Rested.

Ready to go.

Obama? Nah.

Wifey? Nah.

Maybe a Hoagy story? Nah.

I know...a Writer's Block story. Those are always good.

They're not? Oh.

Maybe a surreal 1960s flashbacky acid trippy kinda thing...where mushrooms and spiro-graphs rule the world.

Too freaky?

Damn.

Maybe a rant.

Nope.

Maybe I'll declare myself The King of Pop-Tarts and tour the world.

Or maybe not.

Beatles Game!

Put away the knives....no Beatles Game.

Maybe a good old fashioned love letter to the Boston Red Sox...Hope Springs Eternal kinda thing?

Been done.

Biden's daughter caught on film snorting cocaine?

Freedom Tower renamed One World Trade Center?

No. And no.

Maybe I'll do it as a Dear Abby kinda thing and answer your sex questions?

'Dear Iano,

I have trouble performing....'

Nope...not gonna do that.

Maybe just a rambling diatribe on Hillary?



Now we're talking...