Thought it was a train I heard through the thick,
I was dead wrong, that noise was ST. NICK!
The guys on the train were drunk at the bar,
The engine was weak, It wouldn’t get far.
It had to be Taz who called the fat man,
To give us some juice to the promised land.
The train was real slow, the fault was all ours,
Sixteen new quitters were packed in the cars!
We made it this far, and we’re on the right track,
We’re gonna push harder, no brag, just fact.
A “thank you” goes out to all on this site.
You’ve helped us stay quit, through day and through night!
We wouldn’t have made it sitting in a quit class,
You’ve helped us stay quit, with a foot in our ass.
This day marks One-Hundred, But I’m far from being done
Today I start SHOUTING, “200 HERE I COME!!!”
PS: Today’s photo is a photo of Benjamin Franklin on the hundred dollar bill.