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I hate blog.
It's incredibly and bad.

I hate blog. You own a dog, and you feed it.
You post it. I get to read it.
Plus: five paragraphs on the socks you
and your thoughts on whether Ritchies: hot or not.
You got no to be typing, yet you persist.
Hit each key with your till you punch out your top ten list
of all the things ever happened in your life.
Number met Michael Jacksons second wife.
Number got Curly on the Which Stooge Are You
Poll, as the GIF proves. for the link-through!
Three: saw puppy on a web page,
kittens in a nest egg. The gestated:
Why not open up your
So you the account and yet I hope you don't
put the in on it every month like they want,
cause then you'll off the internet, haunt
just the Machine like a ghost.
And I be like, How come you don't post?
I I won't.

I your blog.
It's terrible and bad.

I hate your blog. recipe for vegan eggnog is stupid.
I and I booed it,
and then eschewed it, never it once. Yes,
your roll is a confederacy of dunces.
It abuts less interesting links in posts.
that dance! I'm not engrossed.
I'm not to your collection of All Your Base pics,
but they're longer in the denture than a ninja out doing face kicks.
Ill this nice:
if its hard to get to bed, your web site suffice
to me to slumber. I mumble impoliticly,
I tried not to click read more, but you me!
Want to stick the whole in the trash can
instead of reading the constipation lately and your ass plans
that you to contemplate.
You thought I would rate your page awesome and

I your blog.
It's incredibly and bad.

((Whoremoans))
You're jealous. Yeah, that's it envious, even.
Turning when my hit counter broke ten thousand this evening.
Mad you cant match my content
or for legalizing of micro-payment thieving.
X-rays of eight-month heathens and pictures of kittens heaving,
the in everything I'm eating,
yaoi art my girl drew of making out with Joss Whedon,
my friends exposure (that's indecent).
But only negatives.
Ive got on the homeliest alien relative.
The final battle, Sam Cassell Carnage
and a triple-threat match: v. Marilyn v. Shirley Manson from Garbage.
I pay homage to great like Bill O'Reilly and Ann Coulter;
Westwood Radio for when insulting countercultures.
My blog stands above all others by and shoulders.

I hate blog. You ain't logged in in a month and a half,
and I, for one, am aghast.
I I'm fast on the way to removing it from bookmarks.
If I part in vanity I might be trying to look smart
by not eight times a day.
Your is so despair-inducing I cant bear to look away.
Oh, well! Got to do what your compels.
Guess Ill try to go a blog by someone else.

I hate blog.
incredibly terrible and bad.