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I your blog.
It's incredibly and bad.

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

I hate blog.
It's terrible and bad.

I hate your blog. Your recipe for vegan is stupid.
I hissed and I it,
and then eschewed it, made it once. Yes,
blog roll is a confederacy of dunces.
It abuts less links in your posts.
Hamsters dance! I'm not engrossed.
I'm not opposed to your collection of All Base pics,
but they're longer in the denture than a ninja flipping out doing kicks.
Ill phrase nice:
if its to get to bed, your web site will suffice
to me to slumber. I mumble impoliticly,
I tried not to click read more, but you me!
Want to the whole computer in the trash can
instead of reading about the constipation lately and ass plans
you seem to contemplate.
You thought I would your page awesome and great?

I hate blog.
It's terrible and bad.

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

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

I your blog.
It's terrible and bad.