In less than three short weeks, my life is going to become a tad more complicated. I'm having a baby! "Pull the other one," you say. Alright then, I'm joining the Army!
Now that I've pulled both of your legs, here is the real deal: I am moving to Burlington, 45 miles away from Montpelier, the nice little capitol city of 8000 people nestled in the bosom of the green mountains of Vermont, where I have lived and worked for the past seven and a half years. My lovely fiancee is about to take the first step on the journey of a thousand miles that is medical school, so we need to be within a closer proximity to her campus. I'm cool with that. In fact, I insisted on it. Bummer we haven't started packing yet.
Where this situation gets complicated, is how I will manage, while paying higher rent and transportation, to support the two of us on my modest income, and still be able to buy beer.
I'm always thinking, and after intense brainstorming, I've decided to make myself available as a male model. After participating in just one fashion show, I've learned, as the picture above clearly illustrates, that I am a natural on the catwalk, and man, what a cushy gig. The way I figure, if I do a few walks a month, I could not only afford beer, I could invest in one of these beauties:
So all you model scouts out there searching for the next male face to represent your line of whatever, give me a call, and with the possibility of a kegerator on the line, I'll even do topless.
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