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Tuesday, February 20, 2007
My First Post - EVER
This is my first post. It smells like burnt toast. Please don't eat compost.
That is it. Most other posts will probably not make as much sense as this one did, so be warned.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
That was pretty bad, as first posts go.
Oh, and don't worry about the compost thing. I won't eat any, I swear on my mother's grave. Even though she's not dead.
I have already commented on every single other post in this blog's history, working my way backwards. I can see that your posts get more and more incoherent and stupid as time goes on.
How old are you, ten? A grasshopper could write a better first post.
So, I would like to say that having commented on all these stupid posts, which was in itself a waste of time, I am done reading this blog for all eternity, thankfully.
I bid you farewell too, my anonymous friend (or are you foe?). In either instance, thanks to my subliminal messages, you will be back to my site. I can guarantee it. And when you do return, you will be required to send me money. However, I will wave this fee for you, even though you have insulted my intelligence, my maturity, my values, my taste, my work ethic, my sense of fashion, my taste in music and above all, my love of sand fleas.
2 comments:
That was pretty bad, as first posts go.
Oh, and don't worry about the compost thing. I won't eat any, I swear on my mother's grave. Even though she's not dead.
I have already commented on every single other post in this blog's history, working my way backwards. I can see that your posts get more and more incoherent and stupid as time goes on.
How old are you, ten? A grasshopper could write a better first post.
So, I would like to say that having commented on all these stupid posts, which was in itself a waste of time, I am done reading this blog for all eternity, thankfully.
I bid you an icy farewell.
I bid you farewell too, my anonymous friend (or are you foe?). In either instance, thanks to my subliminal messages, you will be back to my site. I can guarantee it. And when you do return, you will be required to send me money. However, I will wave this fee for you, even though you have insulted my intelligence, my maturity, my values, my taste, my work ethic, my sense of fashion, my taste in music and above all, my love of sand fleas.
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