It’s Leap Day, so I better get crackin’ on this stuff. You don’t often get a chance to write a blog post on Leap Day.
Don’t let that train pass you by, friend, or one day you’ll find yourself all alone in a cheap room, toothless, with pee stains on your underwear. Wishing you had written that Leap Day post.
But it will be too late.
And no one can bear that kind of sadness.
See, February 29 only comes around once every four–
Ladies! Gentlemen! Put away your revolvers! Just kidding!
Okay, Leap Day? Leap Year? Bor-ing! Leaping is okay, though.
I’ve done a lot of leaping in my time. I leap whenever I feel like it. Hardly a day goes by when I am not required to leap over Bob Johnson.
(Shot of snoozing Bob Johnson with title: Canis americanus.)