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I your blog.
It's terrible and bad.

I hate your blog. You own a dog, and you it.
You post about it. I get to it.
Plus: 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 your top ten
of all the that ever happened in your life.
Number one: met Michael second wife.
Number two: got on the Which Stooge Are You
Poll, as the GIF proves. for the link-through!
Three: saw pictures on a web page,
kittens in a egg. The idea gestated:
Why not open up your
So you the account and yet I hope you don't
put the payments in on it every month they want,
cause then disappear off the internet, haunt
the Wayback Machine like a ghost.
And I wont be like, How you don't post?
I I won't.

I your blog.
incredibly terrible and bad.

I hate your blog. Your for vegan eggnog is stupid.
I and I booed it,
and then eschewed it, never it once. Yes,
your roll is a confederacy of dunces.
It abuts less links in your posts.
Hamsters dance! I'm not engrossed.
I'm not to your collection of All Your Base pics,
but they're longer in the denture a ninja flipping out doing face kicks.
Ill this nice:
if its hard to get to bed, your web site will
to me to slumber. I mumble impoliticly,
I tried not to click more, but you tricked 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 I would rate your page awesome and great?

I hate blog.
It's incredibly and bad.

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

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

I hate blog.
It's incredibly and bad.