FYIGMO, or FYGMO, or just F
Everyone had a good short joke forty five years ago…
I remember the morning I got so short, I had to get a ladder to climb up to tie my boot laces.
I’m so short, it’s like being in the Land Of the Giants. I have to be careful I don’t get stepped on.
I’m so short I don’t even cast a shadow.
I was so short when I boarded the Freedombird, the stewardess on World Airways had to lift me up and put me in the seat. She even had to buckle my seat belt for me.
Well, pilgrim. This morning I woke up to the most wonderful gift I could ever be given by VA. All the retro compensation, the greenhouse and a computer do not, nor will they ever, compare to valuable tool I have been granted.
I wish to thank all of you over the past 8 years for bringing me incredible fact-based scenarios that require a Rubik’s cube touch. The cases all teased my brain and forced me to read extensively to accomplish this so successfully. Making it legal absolves me from being punished.
This turns a page from the Asknod identity to the Asknod Supremacy. While I am no longer a Padewan, I will never claim to be more than a Jedi Knight. Master status is attained with a Juris Doctorate which I do not feel motivated to pursue at this time of life. What the hey? I’m still dumbfounded that Gilead Sciences has healed me of Hepatitis C. That ball and chain are now a dim memory. Daddy always used to say that’s why they make rear view mirrors small and windshields big so you can see where you’re going, not where you’ve been.
Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for helping me to pass the audition. Especial thanks must go to Katrina Eagle, Bob Walsh and Keith Snyder for their glowing recommendations, their faith and lastly their trust in me. FYGMO status must be observed until I get my accreditation number and the secret password to the clubhouse. It took almost one year from July 25th to now to get this far. See any similarities to filing a claim?