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I your blog.
incredibly terrible and bad.

I hate blog. You own a dog, and you feed it.
You post it. I get to read it.
five paragraphs on the socks you bought
and your thoughts on whether Ritchies: hot or not.
You got no to be typing, yet you persist.
Hit each key with your fist till you out your top ten list
of all the things that ever happened in life.
Number one: met Jacksons second wife.
Number two: got 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 own?
So you bought the account and yet I you don't
put the payments in on it every month like want,
cause then you'll off the internet, haunt
the Wayback Machine like a ghost.
And I be like, How come you don't post?
I I won't.

I your blog.
incredibly terrible and bad.

I hate your blog. Your recipe for vegan is stupid.
I hissed and I it,
and then eschewed it, never it once. Yes,
blog roll is a confederacy of dunces.
It abuts interesting links in your posts.
that dance! I'm not engrossed.
I'm not opposed to your collection of All Base pics,
but longer in the denture than a ninja flipping out doing face kicks.
Ill phrase this
if its to get to bed, your web site will suffice
to entice me to slumber. I impoliticly,
I tried not to read more, but you tricked me!
Want to the whole computer in the trash can
instead of about the constipation lately and your ass plans
you seem to contemplate.
You thought I would rate your page awesome and

I hate blog.
It's incredibly and bad.

((Whoremoans))
just jealous. Yeah, that's it envious, even.
Turning green when my hit broke ten thousand this evening.
Mad you cant my keypad content
or petitions for legalizing of thieving.
X-rays of eight-month heathens and pictures of kittens heaving,
the calories in 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 final battle, Sam Cassell Carnage
and a triple-threat match: Charles v. Marilyn v. Shirley from Garbage.
I pay homage to great Americans Bill O'Reilly and Ann Coulter;
Westwood Radio for when insulting countercultures.
My stands 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 fast on the way to removing it bookmarks.
If I part in vanity I might be trying to look smart
by not checking times a day.
Your blog is so despair-inducing I cant bear to away.
Oh, well! Got to do what your compels.
Ill try to go despise a blog by someone else.

I hate blog.
incredibly terrible and bad.