Day 101: Over The Hill

It must be a down hill ride from here. One Hundred Days of awesome fun times that made you giggle with delight. More than 111 posts to fun you up with sqwarksome tingles. It has been such a long but very entertaining ride. Can my life continue to shock, horrify and torment you? Only tomorrow can tell. But for now I must tell you about the hair that lives planted in my mole. There on my face it sits almost in complete silence, but every so often the little trollup gives a wiggle and a jiggle and then comletely bends over backwards and tickled my face. How dare it be so rude! I get the tweezers out and grip it's head and pull and tug and pull on it's head until it's let go and I'm free of it's retched existence once again. But not so long after, the little devil is sprouting up out of my face again. The torment is never safely thrown away; it always comes back to greet me.

Eating The Core Breaks A Seam.