I'm chewing on a straw right now. From a Capri Sun. Cause... what else am I to do with it? Throw it away? That involves getting off of my toosh! Tush? How do you spell tuush?
Carly doesn't like sass. lol. (I'm watching iCarly from my cozy jail cell. It's true yo. I have proof)
She's bold but not sassy. *nods*
sigh sigh sigh. The ninjas are misbehaving again. I have to go and kick them into line.
Line ninjas! Not circles! Now is not the time to be playing Duck Duck KABOOM YOU DEAD!
Have you been talking to Achmed again! His antics got him killed. That's why he's the DEAD terroist. DUH!
Still chewing on that straw...
I wonder if they will publish this blog someday as a piece of comedy genius. I doubt it. haha. But I know I made you smile. It's just the natural order of things. I'm funny, you smile. The end.
You all know what oxymorons are, such as Jumbo Shrimp or Smart Cookie (cause we all know muffins are far more, intellectually superior to the average joe shmo cookie) I have found the impossible. An oxymoron located in one word.
Reality TV. (see, TV doesn't count. But reality is an oxymoron in this situation because those shows are anything but). And yet I still watch. Why? I think it stems from my need to laugh at people putting themselves in such ridiculous situation. Like the Bachelorette. Stupidest one yet! (I hope she picks Kiptyn)
Oh! That teacher on iCarly just used bad grammar. It's Spencer and I! Not me! And you call yourself a teacher!
Straw abandoned... and so is this blog.
a blog and a half and Hefty bags really DO rip
16 years ago
1 comments:
Very comedic AND ingenius, in my humble opinion. Of course, this opinion doesn't count for very much if I can't spell my words correctly, which I have a feeling I just did (in a spectacular sort of way), and now I'm just writing and writing in circles to CONFUSE you, and DISTRACT you from what could/may and/or could not/may not be my horrific, impulsive, disasterous, and omnivorous spelling, as well as my outrageous diction and syntax (did you notice?).
THAT, my friend, was something even Menendian could (not) be proud of.
And that's pretty much what the last fifteen thousand-ish words of my novel turned out to be. It's confusing when you're writing it, but it doesn't read too badly.
I feel like I'm blogging in a comment. I should do that in a blog. Hoh. Well spotted. Like spotted dick, which I believe is a dish and not as dirty as it sounds. Which is very dirty. And not even in the concealed, secretive, sneaky dirty sort of way, in which you have to say "That's what she said" for anyone even to pick up on it.
...I would love to follow that up with "That's what she said," but I don't think I can even apply it to all that, because it wasn't very dirty in the concealed, secretive, sneaky sort of way. Or at all.
Very comedic AND ingenius, in my humble opinion. Of course, this opinion doesn't count for very much if I can't spell my words correctly, which I have a feeling I just did (in a spectacular sort of way), and now I'm just writing and writing in circles to CONFUSE you, and DISTRACT you from what could/may and/or could not/may not be my horrific, impulsive, disasterous, and omnivorous spelling, as well as my outrageous diction and syntax (did you notice?).
THAT, my friend, was something even Menendian could (not) be proud of.
And that's pretty much what the last fifteen thousand-ish words of my novel turned out to be. It's confusing when you're writing it, but it doesn't read too badly.
I feel like I'm blogging in a comment. I should do that in a blog. Hoh. Well spotted. Like spotted dick, which I believe is a dish and not as dirty as it sounds. Which is very dirty. And not even in the concealed, secretive, sneaky dirty sort of way, in which you have to say "That's what she said" for anyone even to pick up on it.
...I would love to follow that up with "That's what she said," but I don't think I can even apply it to all that, because it wasn't very dirty in the concealed, secretive, sneaky sort of way. Or at all.
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