Would alternate Jack be my friend on Facebook?

On our way home, my mother and I thought about how weird it was that I was sitting next to her. Not because the restraining order had finally been lifted, but because we were wondering what would have happened if my parents had prematurely moved out of the house where they ended up conceiving my older brother. I think it’s located somewhere in TMI County.

Anyway, it basically got us talking about how if the timing were different, the whole chain of procreation would have been affected. She’d probably still have a kid sitting next to her in the car, but it mostly likely wouldn’t be your Jackness.

Here’s where she’s wrong. There was no chance I was not making it out of that chick for the following reasons: I’m a survivor, I’m a strong swimmer, I’m not gonna give up, I’m competitive, I’m not gonna stop, I believe in synergy, I’m gonna work harder, and finally, I’m a survivor I’m gonna make it I will survive keep on survivin’.

For some reason she needed further clarification so I said, “Ann, let’s put it this way — I’m the cream of the crop.”