ROB OSBORNE | Go Forth & Conquer
I'm Rob Osborne, and I want to conquer the world. Oh, and I produce this blog. It's my gift to you. Please, enjoy.
So a little bit about me. I'm an artist, a writer, a creative thinker, a runner, a husband, a father, and everything else. I draw cartoons, design things, make things go.
Are you interested in art? Living a life of adventure? World domination? Then you may like what's happening here.
The world is yours. Go forth and conquer!
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For more, visit: http://robosborne.net
And: http://absolutetyrant.com
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So a little bit about me. I'm an artist, a writer, a creative thinker, a runner, a husband, a father, and everything else. I draw cartoons, design things, make things go.
Are you interested in art? Living a life of adventure? World domination? Then you may like what's happening here.
The world is yours. Go forth and conquer!
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For more, visit: http://robosborne.net
And: http://absolutetyrant.com
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When I was a wee lad of about three or four years of age, I was given a joke. I think it was crafted by my mom, this joke, and it was intended to be my joke. I would tell the joke at family gatherings.
It went like this: There was a chicken on our car, and a monkey came by and put a clown suit on it.
That was the joke. That’s it. Nothing more or less.
People laughed. Even those who had heard multiple tellings, they carried on as if the joke were freshly funny each time I recited it. Oftentimes, the laughter was raucous.
There’s something in there, some morsel of something, I’m just not sure what. Any thoughts?
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