To mark such an auspicious occasion, the Colonel feverishly fleeced the few remaining fertile cognitive cells lying fallow in forgotten recesses of his boney brain-housing group for a topic appropriate to the importance of the milestone.
He found nothing.
No witty repartee between the Colonel and the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda.
No hijinks of the Hope of 21st Century Civilization, Dashes One and Two.
No feathered fable from the predator-safe environs of the Colonel’s Hen Herd House.
No legislative legerdemain of the Congress of the Tallahatchie Free State.
No Biblical revelation.
No reminiscence from his career as a steely-eyed, roguishly handsome, amphibiously expeditionary minister of mayhem management in the service of his nation.
But, the Colonel must leave you with something…
So, he’ll leave with this to ponder:
Okay, the Colonel admits he ain’t got nuthin’.
So, this post will henceforth and forever be known as a total waste of your precious time.
Pretty much like the 599 that preceded it.