He’ll write you in his blog, and you’ll think you’re happy.

Happy New Year to my Nirvanaheads and ONLY to my Nirvanaheads.

Even in his youth, he was bloggin’

It is now my duty to completely blog you.

I’ve been locked inside your unread blogs for weeks.

Light my candles in a daze ’cause I found blog.

I’m too busy actin’ like I’m a blogger. I’ve seen it all. I blogged here first.

Where do bad blogs go when they die? They don’t go to heaven where the pageviews are high.

As my blogs grew they did hurt. They hurt really bad.

Like most babies smell like bloggers, his blog blogged like no other.