I hate April 1.
Why would a person hate April 1?
Yup, you got it: because they are a sucker.
I am a sucker.
Fitting, I suppose, after making a snide comment about Jacob on my post here yesterday that I would go straight to his blog this morning and fall completely for his I-quit-my-job-and-will-never-blog-again line of bullshit and proceed to leave a long, heartfelt comment in response.
To be fair, he does hate his job and is generally dissatisfied with life, so I'm actually thinking he had this post written long ago and was keeping it on file for the right occasion, sort of like how newspapers around the world have a thirty-year-old cobwebbed folder containing the premature obits for Keith Richards, Fidel Castro and Liza Minelli.
But I'm a good sport. Next time I see him I will give that beer-swilling chicken farmer a swift kick in the nuts and all will be forgotten.
Happy April, kids, and shame on any of you for making fools of us poor, defenseless suckers.