I found this comic in an old high school scrapbook of mine. It so perfectly sums up my altar ego! If only.
I remember those scrap books — mine got eaten by silver fish and is no more. I also remember that particular comic! Great stuff.
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What’s an altar ego? Gotta love those Chamberlin spelling skills…
Oh bah humbug: alter ego!
Is an altar ego like having an angel on your shoulder?
HAHA I am LOLing.
What were your senior words? You envisioned yourself “riding the range in search of a (lost?) cowboy…?
That was my “25 years hence”: Still riding the range in search of a brave cowboy.
And wouldn’t you know? Mine was “married to my fat construction worker and doing Tide commercials with my sons, Duane, Dominic, and Stanislas” — well, I do have three sons…
Some dreams do come true, eh, Chamberville?
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I remember those scrap books — mine got eaten by silver fish and is no more. I also remember that particular comic! Great stuff.
woops! I forgot to switch users. Sorry. That was my comment.
What’s an altar ego?
Gotta love those Chamberlin spelling skills…
Oh bah humbug: alter ego!
Is an altar ego like having an angel on your shoulder?
HAHA I am LOLing.
What were your senior words? You envisioned yourself “riding the range in search of a (lost?) cowboy…?
That was my “25 years hence”: Still riding the range in search of a brave cowboy.
And wouldn’t you know? Mine was “married to my fat construction worker and doing Tide commercials with my sons, Duane, Dominic, and Stanislas” — well, I do have three sons…
Some dreams do come true, eh, Chamberville?