The Big DumpTruck

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Okay, all the cool kids probably knew this, but I’m a Hall of Famer. I’m a rock star. I’m a goodness-to-gracious web celeb. CMonks added me to his Hall of Fame over at Utter Wonder today.

This is the moment I’ve been dreaming of ever since I realized that you can’t be Miss America if you are older than 30 and have been married for 15 years. Well, I hit 15 years in 2 weeks, but you get my point.

I said to myself, “Self, if you can’t be Miss America, or be one of the kids who gets to be on the box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, you could at least be in the Hall of Fame at Utter Wonder because he has absolutely no requirements other than that you ask. And I can do that! I’m a good asker!”

So there I am.

And for the record, I do like dolphins. They are cool. Not as cool as rhinos, but hey, what is?


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  1. Suldog

     /  May 1, 2008

    Ooooooooh! I know a celebrity; a real actual dyed-in-the-wool hall-of-famer!

    I am humbled, your majesty.

  2. Jody

     /  May 2, 2008

    People at work call me “Empress” now. Well, okay, one guy does. And maybe he did that before I became a hall-of-famer, but still…

  3. Justin

     /  May 14, 2008

    I was a hall of famer. Everyone was my friend, and they drank all of my wine and ate all of my paydays. And then the next hall of famer went up, and I couldn’t even get anyone to take my call.

    But good luck to you!