Blogicide
Somebody, quick! Give me a subject to write about...I swear, if you don't--I'm going to "off" this blog.
A permanent solution for a temporary problem.
posted by Anonymous @ 3:16 PM
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
I swear, if you don't--I'm going to "off" this blog.
A permanent solution for a temporary problem.
10 Comments:
Don't DO IT!!! You have soooo much left to blog about!!! Step away from the ledge!
P.S. I just blogged about what I ate today. I think my blog is suffering too...
I can't tell you what to blog about, but I know what I'd blog about if I had a blog. I'd blog about the continuing saga of a certain family of birds and their determined, but futile effort to establish a domicile in my gas grill. I might even go so far as to take pictures of and give names to the little critters, and post them with hilarious captions. I'm no expert bird sexer, but I think I know which one is the "dad" and which is the "mom." The dad could be named "Harvey" while the mom could be named "Maura." They are always so pissed off! The possibilities are endless. I'd better start my blog right away.
I hope this has given you some ideas. Note, you can substitute squirrels, cockroaches, or dust bunnies as appropriate. Blogicide is definitely not the answer -- it is the coward's way out.
See, there's a vast world of nonsense to blog about. Don't give up! Never give up! Hey, you should write about Diane Ellingson. She never gave up either...on being a mean teacher!
She hated all of us kids, because we had full use of our legs.
OMG! I have the worse sense of humor in the world!!
i'll give you a topic if you give me a topic.
your topic: "boy-girl party"
YES! Great topics...
I'm stepping away from the ledge...slowly.
I suggest you blog about the Christmas Party where we all ended up playing pick up sticks and doing drunk Yoga. That was fun - including the terrible bashing of Brian and the sulky blasting of Jamiriquae (sp) har!
Was that the same Christmas party, right after I left Mike and I went and passed out in Charise's room? And I slept in MY CLOTHES??? Oh the horror of it all...
Yup. Man, I forgot all that was going on too. How did you sleep through the pick-up sticks???
SHE WAS THERE!!??
I totally forgot! How does one sleep through the riotous insanity of drunken pick-up sticks followed by drunken yoga?
Suzy, do pray tell...
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