A is for ...

I have been valiantly trying to post more on this blog, but sometimes it's hard to think of something to write about. I've checked blogging prompt sites and I haven't found crap. Frankly, I don't want to write about my thoughts on how business should operate, my idea of a utopian society or what I've done for the environment lately. And I'm sure you don't want to read about it. So I'm going to go through the alphabet and try to think of a story for each letter, avoiding ripping off the Gashleycrumb Tinies if at all possible. I'm giving myself permission to interrupt production should something fantastic and/or funny happen, so stick with me and don't get too bored.

A is for ... assholes.

Several years ago, my family was playing that board game where you're given a letter of the alphabet and a category and you have to come up with as many combinations as you can and you get points or something or other for having an answer that nobody else had.

Our letter was A and the category was 'things at a football game.'

Other answers included Ale, Action, and Astroturf.

My mother answered, "Assholes."

Couldn't argue.