So setting aside the argument of whether or not “planking” was responsible for taking a life a week a go, (and I guess it’s kind of like the argument of whether or not video games spawn high school mass shootings and other random acts of violence), my imaginary basset hound basically thinks that “planking” is a very lame past time.
But that’s just what Marvin thinks. So if you’re planking for a bit of fun and you catch me looking at you all funny, it’s because I made this deal with my imaginary dog. The things people do for shits and giggles!
This page was brought to you by the persistence of my loyal friend and reader, Fee who said I had no excuse not to deliver this week. Last week was my birthday and I had a bit of a change in schedule so the week went by and I just didn’t find the time. Blah blah blah who cares about my issues.