Here's one.
And here's another.
And a couple of them, side by side.
And here is yet another.
And another.
I tell you there is no escaping biology. Heredity. DNA. I've sworn for years that if I ever developed the family neck I would fall off a cliff or wear turtle necks swathed in scarves while falling off a cliff.
But here it is at last. My dearth and my doom. Jeff said, "There are exercises you can do to fix that. Look Left, Look Right, Repeat until you find a Plastic Surgeon."
Ha, ha, Funny, Jeff!
And so here I am, accepting donations for a chin lift. Don't you think it's a worthy cause?
3 comments:
Oh man! This made me laugh out loud! You are so original. You and your neck. I'd donate, but then where would I be once my neck gets there? I have to SAVE!
Start Saving NOW because the neck is gonna get you! The neck is gonna Get you!
hahah! My family has that exact same neck, and while I don't have it quite yet, I'm expecting it shortly. Maybe we're related!
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