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I hate blog.
It's terrible and bad.

I hate your blog. You own a dog, and you it.
You about it. I get to read it.
Plus: 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 key with your fist till you punch out your top ten list
of all the that ever happened in your life.
Number one: met Michael 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 egg. The idea 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,
then you'll disappear off the internet, haunt
just the Machine like a ghost.
And I wont be like, How come you post?
I I won't.

I hate blog.
It's terrible and bad.

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

I hate blog.
It's incredibly and bad.

((Whoremoans))
You're jealous. Yeah, that's it envious, even.
Turning green when my hit counter broke ten thousand evening.
Mad you cant match my content
or for legalizing of micro-payment thieving.
X-rays of teething 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 only negatives.
Ive got discussions on the homeliest relative.
The final battle, Sam versus Carnage
and a triple-threat match: Charles v. Marilyn v. Shirley from Garbage.
I pay to great Americans like Bill O'Reilly and Ann Coulter;
Westwood for help when insulting countercultures.
My blog above all others by head and shoulders.

I hate your blog. You ain't logged in in a and a half,
and I, for one, am aghast.
I mean I'm fast on the way to removing it bookmarks.
If I took in vanity I might be trying to look smart
by not checking eight 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.