I recently read the authorized biography of Texas oilman and entrepreneur Clayton Williams. The book it titled "Claytie", but it's the subtitle that gives more of a hint as to the contents of the book: the heights of glory... or the depths of hell. As I finished reading Claytie, I found myself brainstorming. What WOULD the subtitle be on my autobiography?
The challenge? You do the same, for you.
The obvious question is, "Why would anyone want to read a book I wrote?" (Better yet, why does anyone read this blog? I write it for myself; y'all reading it is just gravy.)
Since I have no intention of writing a book, I'm not taking this assignment too seriously. Let's have some fun with it, shall we?
Beth: Did I Just Step in Cat Yack?
Beth: The Solid Gold Dancer Years
Beth: If I Said You Had Beautiful Body, Would You Hold it Against Me?
Beth: Big Feet, Big Boobs, Big Dreams
Beth: 284 Pounds of Funny
Beth: True Confessions of a Real Desperate Housewife
Beth: Who Said These Kids Are Mine?
Beth: Heeeeee Haawwwwww!
Beth: The Price WAS Right: My Years as a Barker Beauty
Beth: I AM the Last Comic Standing
Beth: If I Did It: Confessions of the Killer
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