Wow, the time sure flies by when you're having fun, fun in
this case being defined as the absence of root-canal work.
Today, January 18th, 2014, is the third anniversary of the
inception of the blog of yours truly, Pope John The Tall of the All John All The
Time World Church; that's right, oh dedicated followers and lovers of sports,
three years ago today, I began my quest to bring "the soothing balm of
Johnism" to the world masses, by posting my deathless prose and timeless
messages of hope and frivolity online, for all to see and appreciate. Over
10,000 (TEN THOUSAND AND TWELVE, to be precise, as of this morning) page-views
later, I'm still here, banging away.
So far so good.
Throughout the past three years, there have been flights of
fantasy on my atomic-powered rocket ship, the Royal Unionship Kidding,
or the RU Kidding for short, along with my faithful companion and official
canine of the Pope, the Harley Dog, to the ends of the earth and the heavens as
we know them, pitched battles to bring "Johnism" to the teeming
hordes, all sorts of administrative boondoggles to contend with as the leader
of a major religion, issues brought to light to hopefully help my loyal
followers understand how to cope with an ever-changing world and in general, a
lot of rank silliness.
There have been nun's habits to select, 26-foot statues of
Marilyn Monroe, giant fish, aliens by the bucketful, great looking cars that I
can't afford, ghost stories, stories about the best team in baseball, the Los
Angeles Dodgers, upside-down tomato plants, intestinal vegetation, an assistant to Harley
named Tucker Dog, a personal email from a rock icon, Girl Scout cookies,
statues of Harry Carey being defaced, contests, a rock band named the Flaming
Iguanas, jokes about three-legged pigs, news bulletins from the AJATTWC, a
woman with a bra size of 102ZZZ, komodo dragons, politics and politicians and
all kinds of other foolishness.
And throughout it all, I have remained your cheerful,
lovable Popemeister, always ready to fly off (figuratively), at a moment's
notice, to exotic lands and far-flung planets to spread a little humor
(sometimes very little), and hopefully bring a smile to your face and take your
mind off your worries for a few moments.
See, I'm not such a bad guy; hell, I'm not even near as bad
as my ex-wife makes me out to be.
So I thought that, just for yucks, to kind of, you
know, celebrate the occasion, I would come up with a "Hall Of Fame"
of some of my better posts, better meaning mostly coherent and in some small
way, humorous. At least I think they are. Of the 174 essays I've posted over
these past three years, these are the ones that I personally have enjoyed the
most. (Actually, I've written/posted more than that; I've deleted a few
stinkers.)
So in no particular order, and by no means inclusive of all
my great messages on the subject of adopting "Johnism" into your
lives, I give you the Pope John The Tall "Greatest Hits".
Seldom have so many sunk so low for comedy.
And remember, blessed are the lazy, for while they
accomplish little, they're well rested.
Enjoy. And please feel free to peruse the entire catalog of
my work; 174 forays into doofusness.
Love and oldies,
PJTT
copyright 2014 Krissongs Inc.
THE GREATEST
HITS OF PJTT
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