I’m too busy actin’ like I’m a blogger. I’ve seen it all. I blogged here first.
Nothing brings people together like a dumb chest-thumping snakeflag anthem.
Where do bad blogs go when they die? They don’t go to heaven where the pageviews are high.
The shortest entry yet, mercifully!
Escape from the prestige horror movie that is our lives by watching some prestige horror movies.
As my blogs grew they did hurt. They hurt really bad.
Like most babies smell like bloggers, his blog blogged like no other.
New music that reminds me of old music makes me feel young, and that reminds me that I’m old.
Can you feel my love blogs?
I have decided to keep a ledger of my child’s meltdowns. For some reason.
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