So, you did the ALS ice bucket challenge. Nice. That’s cool, I guess. I, uh, what now? You say you want to challenge someone else? You’re gonna pass along the challenge to dunk a bucket of ice water over their head after you’ve done it yourself. Sweet! I mean, kinda. It’s cool, I guess. Whatever.

You can pick me. Wait, what? OK. No, that’s cool. So, no. Don’t pick me. You don’t have to pick me. You are picking that other guy. Someone famous. OK. That’s totally cool. No prob. I get it. But I mean … I’m, whatever.

I mean, hey, who wants to dump ice water over their head? Not me, that’s who. I’m glad you didn’t pick me. I feel lucky, truly. It’s not a big deal.

So, yeah. I wouldn’t want to be picked. I don’t need the attention. I don’t care if you don’t. Totally. I mean, it’s no biggie.

True, most people that get picked not only dump the ice water on their heads, but also donate to ALS research, but you never know what that famous guy will do. Peer pressure and all. He may donate big bucks and still dump the icy water on his head for your amusement. Haw, haw, haw. Big win for everyone, right?

Glad I’m not part of it. Dodged a bullet with that one. Of course, I’ve never wanted to pretend I’m the coach that just won the championship. Seriously, who would?

It’s gonna be a really hot one here today in the middle of August. I’m just sayin’. Probably is really hot where the famous guy is too. For sure. So, good call.

So, anyway, I’ll be outside. See ya. Oh look, there’s my bucket. Been looking for that.

— Anonymous