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I hate blog.
It's terrible and bad.

I hate 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 your on whether Nicole Ritchies: hot or not.
You got no to be typing, yet you persist.
Hit each key your fist till you punch out your top ten list
of all the things that ever happened in 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 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 payments in on it month like they want,
cause you'll disappear off the internet, haunt
just the Wayback Machine a ghost.
And I wont be like, How you don't post?
I I won't.

I hate blog.
incredibly terrible and bad.

I hate your blog. recipe for vegan eggnog is stupid.
I and I booed it,
and then eschewed it, made it once. Yes,
your blog roll is a of dunces.
It abuts less interesting in your posts.
Hamsters dance! I'm not engrossed.
I'm not opposed to your collection of All Your 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 more, but you tricked me!
Want to stick the whole computer in the can
instead of reading about the constipation and your ass plans
that you to contemplate.
You thought I would rate your awesome and great?

I your blog.
It's terrible and bad.

((Whoremoans))
just jealous. Yeah, that's it envious, even.
Turning when my hit counter broke ten thousand this evening.
Mad you cant my keypad 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 300-pound exposure (that's indecent).
But that's negatives.
Ive got discussions on the homeliest relative.
The battle, Sam Cassell versus Carnage
and a triple-threat match: Charles v. v. Shirley Manson from Garbage.
I pay to great Americans like Bill O'Reilly and Ann Coulter;
Westwood Radio for when insulting countercultures.
My blog above all others by head and shoulders.

I hate your blog. You ain't 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 part in vanity I might be trying to smart
by not checking eight a day.
Your blog is so despair-inducing I cant to look away.
Oh, well! Got to do what your compels.
Guess Ill try to go despise a blog by else.

I your blog.
incredibly terrible and bad.