A few weeks back, someone (on Twitter) called me a GOAT. Because Twitter seems to be the place these days where everyone calls each other every name under the sun and otherwise, I thought, hm…. do I want to know what this means or not? Likely not. I’m just going to leave it at GOAT and decide whether I one of those fainting goats or one of those baby goats in pajamas I remember seeing on Facebook before we all yelled at each other about politics there.
I’m definitely a fainting goat. Those poor guys… listen, life comes atcha fast.