When I woke up this morning

He was twenty years old.

I was turning out my closet a week or two ago and came across a scribbler of hand written quotes of absolutely hilarious stuff my wee sprog said out loud between 1996 and 1999. At the time I was convinced he was the second coming, and might need a reliable quip or two for the forward to his forthcoming best seller.

He became particularly unfunny shortly after the millennium, and has remained so to this day.

He might come round.