… when I said I would shoot this blog in the head if you do not give in to my demands…
Does it look like I’m bluffing?
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I thought you said fluffing there, but no it is bluffing…
Good job too as it saves on the clean-up operation
on any wet ones 😦 lol
This is a No Fluffing Zone… No Farting Allowed Either 😦
Andro
sigh
Shot the damn thing get it over worth…
I thought you we’re Canadian… you sound like an American to me.
Don’t do it, man. It’s probably a felony.. somewhere. 😀
I think it is legal to shoot your own blog in this state… maybe not with a real gun… in the house… I will have to check on that.
😀
To shoot something……a felony……in america……you must be from out of town.
It is all about context… and a good lawyer.
That’s ok then.
If it’s full of shit… you must acquit…
That’s very funny…if it wasn’t so serious…
It fits like a glove…
😀
I like your brevity.
I only attract people with big ‘vity’… whether it is brevity or depravity.
We have an international reputation for violence to uphold!
Looks hardcore serious to me…. don’t….do it…..
My demands have not been met!
What’s the demand this time loopy loo
Well read the post below to tell you to read the post below that one.
ha your poetry goes up tonight 🙂
yay
yay!!
yay!!!
Do you feel lucky, punk?
No… because I lose either way.
Go ahead. Make my day.
oh… man…
It’s a Toy Gun Bang Flag, right?
No way… nuclear bullets.
Then just do it.
That is so… you.
Whatever that means
Ha… that was so me!
That’s sailing a little too close to the winds of heresy there Mr hotspur…we’ll have no spinnakers of secularism hoisted round these here parts.
Or Mains’l’s of antidisestablishmentarianism either. But jibs of jocularity are okay.
Well obviously…
yeah
Sailing takes me away to where I’ll always be
Well yes…unless you make a habit of leaving yourself behind whenever you go sailing?
I have been beside myself, but never behind myself.
Wherever you go, there you are. Getting there is half the journey.
Wow…that is profound…you sound like a Kant, reader?
I Kant read.
I typed mine before I saw this one, so I get clever credit.
Okay. Deal.
Alrightythen
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What if I’m not yet potty trained, or ‘trailerbroken’?
I bet door to door salesmen never make it past the front door.
Not a problem; I assumed this to be the case anyway.
HA!!!!!
Ed, meet Trenton ‘the Seed’ Babbage… you may have finally met your match…
Yeah… what he said…
Who says he Kant read?
So getting half way there is a quarter of the journey?
More like three/sixteenths.
You know I suck at math.
It’s 4/16ths less than 7/16ths.
If you say so.
I don’t say the opposite of whatever blah blah
sigh
Well, did you shoot your blog yet?
I tied… turns out it’s bullet proof. Who knew?
Who’s on first.
I did another typo… tied instead of tried.
Sure it does… now swap the poop deck!
What should I swap it with? A typo generator? Because I’m typo negative.
That is why I love you with the fierce man-crush that I have. You spot my mistake. And then turn it into two brilliant jokes.
My crack team of comedy writers is hard at work.
Maybe you should cut down on the amount of crack you give them. My crack team of crack squirrels are hard at work too.
They crack nuts. And store them. In their cheeks. Something something crack and cheeks something butt. <—-assemble that joke like IKEA furniture.
I only got half the hardware… my nuts are missing.
That sounds cajoneless.
Donde esata mi cajones?
Con los frijoles a la biblioteca.
I can read, snack, and… whatever… all at the same time!
You are sooooooooo…wacky dear sir!
I shoot for wacky on a slow day… on a good day I go straight to weird.
ah….so I must assume we’re on a slow day…still am always glad when I can pass by and visit your weirdness 😉
Well you did catch me on an off day where I am purposely limiting my weirdness to make a point…
Ah, yes so I’ve understood.
I was hoping you might.
lmao!
sigh
I did what you asked…what more do you want from me!? *collapses and cries in despair like a bad soap opera actress*
Did you add comments? Because it only counts if you add comments.
I don’t know. I don’t remember. I can’t think under these conditions!
But you might save a blog’s life…
What if I shoot first?
Uh… that’s why I am standing so close to the blog.
Standing close makes you feel safe? That’s interesting. My bullet proof vest makes me feel safe when I enter your blog.
But do you have crack squirrel-proof leggings? And will your vest stop my rapier wit? I think not!
Time to go shopping!!!
Don’t forget the gas mask for the toxic fumes, and some pins to poke yourself with when you are in danger of laughing yourself to death.
Shopping trip #2. I have to pace myself.
Also a beekeeper hat would be useful.
Would pantyhose work?
If you want to look like a bank robber.
Well would it be intimidating? I love to be intimidating…
I am pretty big… I don’t intimidate easily.
I would never want to intimidate you
no… you wouldn’t…
I’m as intimidating as a toy poodle
Oh crap… because those things scare the crap out of me… ha!
As if…
totally
No. No, bluffing isn’t the word I’d use…
oh…
You are just so weird somedays!
On the good days?