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I hate blog.
incredibly terrible and bad.

I hate blog. You own a dog, and you feed it.
You post about it. I get to 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.
Number one: met Jacksons second wife.
Number two: got Curly on the Which Are You
Poll, as the GIF proves. for the link-through!
saw puppy pictures on a web page,
kittens in a nest egg. The gestated:
Why not open up your
So you bought the account and yet I hope you
put the payments in on it every month they want,
cause then disappear off the internet, haunt
just the Wayback like a ghost.
And I wont be like, How come you post?
I I won't.

I your blog.
It's terrible and bad.

I your blog. Your recipe for vegan eggnog is stupid.
I and I booed it,
and then eschewed it, never it once. Yes,
your blog is a confederacy of dunces.
It abuts less links in your posts.
that dance! I'm not engrossed.
I'm not opposed to your collection of All Base pics,
but they're longer in the than a ninja flipping out doing face kicks.
Ill phrase nice:
if its hard to get to bed, web site will suffice
to me to slumber. I mumble impoliticly,
I not to click read more, but you tricked me!
Want to the whole computer 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 and great?

I your blog.
It's terrible and bad.

((Whoremoans))
You're just jealous. Yeah, it envious, even.
Turning when my hit counter broke ten thousand this evening.
Mad you match my keypad content
or for legalizing of micro-payment thieving.
X-rays of teething eight-month and pictures of kittens heaving,
the calories in I'm eating,
yaoi art my drew of Goku making out with Joss Whedon,
my 300-pound exposure (that's indecent).
But only negatives.
Ive got on the homeliest alien relative.
The final battle, Sam Cassell Carnage
and a match: Charles v. Marilyn v. Shirley Manson from Garbage.
I pay to great Americans like Bill O'Reilly and Ann Coulter;
Radio for help when insulting countercultures.
My stands above all others by head and shoulders.

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

I hate blog.
It's terrible and bad.