Here is a short story I wrote.
ONE DAY I WAS STUPID AND DOODOO BUT BOB WAS ORANGE SO CRACKERS DIDN'T. CAUSE IF YOU EXHALE AND ARE AN EXEMPLIFICATORIONARIOR THEN JOE IS COOL. AND THEN IT WAS SHINY, SO WE ALL LIVED UNHAPPILY EVER AFTER.
P.S. I HATE YOU SO MUCH
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One of my very dearest friends.
a blog of random, unimportant events and thoughts. go away. read something else. this whole thing is a waste of time.
Hello. You're welcome to look at all the meaningless garbage on this blog, but you'd probably be better off just going to the next one. All this thing has to offer is stupidness and disturbingly strange weirdness. And even if you do stay, make sure not to vote on any of my ridiculous polls.
On a scale of one to thirteen, how much do you like to drink pure lemon juice?
Which mealtimes do you think are better? (Described in "Thoughts on Breakfast")
Are you embarrassed that you wet the bed last night?
here you can look for something specifically stupid. and it's not powered by Google. So there.
An unfourtunate block of text about this blog that should not be read
This is not something you want to read. It's a waste of your time. Ignore it. Like everything here, it should be dismissed with disgust. This blog was created because its creator had nothing else to do at the time, and decided to create this, a decision that would forever change the world--for the worse. Just go away and forget about it. Maybe it will disappear for some unknown reason. We can always hope. And whatever you do, don't, don't don't DON'T follow this blog. Now, here is something else to avoid: a word from the author about his demented life.
A pitiful paragraph about how strange I am. Don't look at it.
- a strange person
- I'm really weird and so is my family and my house is blue and I like teddy bears and have like 80 Lego peoples and 40 GI Joes. Yes.
My pal Mr. Olive
One of my very dearest friends.
Another equally disturbing and abnormal blog, written by my IQ of 69 alter ego.
Here's a nasty little thing I found in the gutter and put at the bottom of the page so nobody would see it. I can't get rid of it now. I wish it would go away.
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