LeggoMyGreggo

I am from Rochester, NY where I had lots of friends. Now I live in Arlington, VA and have a lot less friends. I hope you like my blog. If so, maybe we can be friends. Even long-distance or e-friends are okay with me. Thanks.

Monday, April 07, 2008

Where, oh where, did my BJ go?

Bubblegum Jim, or Bubba Jim, or Bubba James, or BJ.

I know what you're thinking, and the answer is yes. He did have adventures. But these adventures had nothing to do with bubblegum. In fact, he was allergic to chewing, which ruled out bubblegum and most foods. When he was too young, his parents fed him food he had to chew. Thus, he grew acquired to chewing and developed an allergy to it.

"Hark! Pray tell us about some of Bubblegum Jim's adventures," you say.

And I say, "His life was pretty boring, except for the fact that he was allergic to chewing. He smoked a lot and had bad teeth--not because of eating too many sweets, but drinking too many sweetened drinks. BJ loved his life though. He saved a lot of money on unnecessary things like food."
In case you were wondering, Bubblegum James died very, very young. He actually didn't die, per se. He just kind of disappeared. And next to his invisible body lay an empty pack of bubblegum. Ahh, the irony!

Below is the actual crime scene (neglect) photo: