I want a lot of stuff, and I probably shouldn't.
It doesn't make me a bad person. But, in retrospect, it may make me more average in the long run.
I want to be more average.
There's another thing I want.
Keep reading for more blogging madness. I hate the word "blog". I'm gonna change it to blug, just to piss everybody off. I will continue to use the word blug, just so some jerkoff can call me on it, and I can refer him to this posting, and then I will be the smart one, won't I? WON'T I? C'MON ANSWER ME! I WILL BE THE SMART ONE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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You have been introduced to my minor, incredibly small readership of my blog, mostly to back up the fact that Arya's imaginary representation of herself at 19, only walking (Wild Screaming Bitch), does not have good taste in alcohol.
And then Arya says not to trust a word you say, completely negating WSB's use of simon as a reference.
The major problem with "blug" isn't that it sounds like a misspelling so much as it sounds like an off-brand. Sort of like that Simpsons episode where a TV salesman tries to convince Homer that a "Sorny" is just as good as the name-brand version.
But hey, it's all copasetic. Blag, bleg, blig, blog, blug and sometimes blyg.
Also, meaning no disrespect to our mutual blue-masked friend, but "Elvis Chainsaw" fucking rocks "Simon" out of the building as a nom-de-plume. My cat is already named Elvis, but I may have to start calling Elvis Chainsaw on general principles. Because Elvis was only the king--Elvis Chainsaw is an incident. As in, "the CIA was notified of the incident." As in, "A full accounting of the incident has not been released at this time." As in, "emergency personnel continue to search the wreckage for bodies as the death toll from the incident continues to climb into triple digits."
Hell yeah, my cat could do that. My cat is made of awesome.
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