I do hate to yield to all of my fans' miserably demeaning supplications, but it seems none of you will give me a moment's respite, a brief intermission, from the relentless demands to watch and rewatch my unforgettable storytelling performance. So here it is in all its glory.
My premier performance of the true story that I call, variously, "Quaint Coronary Kills Quizzical Cogitation Causing Karma Correction," or "Lilliputian Laments About Living."
I was unable to watch it in its entirety until very recently (I swear I will finish watching it this time). But I can tell you that my lip gyrations and "slurring lisp" which occurs around 6:00 is me suffering from cotton mouth - not a stroke or seizure - as some of you have opined. I simply ran out of mouth moisture. If someone had overcome their shyness and thrown a bottle of water at me, I would have cheered quite boisterously.
Really, the only reason I posted this was because I have a new performance I hope
