Shaky Constructs of Questionable Import and Dubious Utility.
*runs away screaming*
I'm not even going to ask where you found that.
I found it by clicking on the "Next Blog" button at the top right. I don't think I'll ever do that again.
Hey, maybe KJ can see if there's some kind of covenant that lets you control your Blogger-neighbor.
I found it by clicking on "Next Blog"Likely story.
Frankly, I found it quite ispiring. I think I'll write my own poem right here in your comments.Oh Bob, I love you, Your underwear on the floorBugs me no moreYou fart in the bedBut our love is not deadIt only growsLike the nails on your toesThough your hair may be grayI'll never strayThe Mets may suckbut there's noone else I'd rather hugYou've yet to master the toilet paper holderYet my love noone can smolderFor you alone can make me happy.Like my poem? It's kinda sappy.But this is for you, my darling Bob.Schlamile. Schlamzle. Hossenfeffercorporated.
I am touched, Pooke.But then, you already knew that.
Children are needing counseling after such an expose. I suppose this means I will have to activate NetNanny.
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