Seeing as though I don’t count on keeping this blog running for 4 years, this will probably be the last post made on February 29th. Woot. And since when I try to find something funny about leap years, crap comes up, here’s a .gif.
It looks like a party.
I Pity The Blog 
This confuses me, and makes me feel a little anxious. There should be more to this story. I already watch LOST for God’s sake, I can’t handle any more nonsense.
I don’t consider myself a “writing blogger.” I think I’m more of a “put-a-funny-picture-with-a-short-blurb blogger.” And I watch LOST, too and I understand every minute of it.
It’s intuitively obvious to the casual observer that an urban myth leaked out, convincing a lot of gullible folks that Barack Obama was scheduled to speak in Hell that day.
Bunk, you crack me up. Even though I like Obama.
Okay I guess the first thing I thought was, “This is Sparta!”
This reminds me of this one time I went fishing with my brother 12 years ago. It was sunny and cool. We went to a nearby creek where Mrs. Suthers used to kick her cat a lot. Her cat had brown spots on his back and quite a few urinating problems. It used to chew on my toes whenever I walked bare-foot. My feet had cut on very sharp rocks in the creek that summer. I used many a bandage. I used to get the kind that were just plain bandages but now I get the waterproof ones because they look better. That reminds me; why don’t they make bandages for African-Americans? And why are they called that anyway? Is a white person from South Africa an “African American”? I had a run in with South Africa today. It was something about Johannesburg… which reminds me of Johannes Brahms. I don’t know who he was, but I know he was famous. Why can’t I be famous? You should make me famous. I could be famous for bantering listlessly about anything that comes to mind. Yeah, that would be good. Get to work.
This reminds me of this one time I went fishing with my brother 12 years ago. It was sunny and cool. We went to a nearby creek where Mrs. Suthers used to kick her cat a lot. Her cat had brown spots on his back and quite a few urinating problems. He used to chew on my toes whenever I walked bare-foot. My feet had been cut on very sharp rocks in the creek that summer. I used many a bandage. I used to get the kind that were just plain bandages but now I get the waterproof ones because they look better. That reminds me; why don’t they make bandages for African-Americans? And why are they called that anyway? Is a white person from South Africa who maves to the US an “African-American”? I had a run in with South Africa today. It was something about Johannesburg… which reminds me of Johannes Brahms. I don’t know who he was, but I know he was famous. Why can’t I be famous? You should make me famous. I could be famous for bantering listlessly about anything that comes to mind. Yeah, that would be good. Get to work.
Wash, rinse, repeat?
Each of the stories slightly vary.
i wonder whats in the bottom of that hole…if there is a bottom
Probably not.