I want to break the all-time record for the most comments on a WordPress blog post.
*** PLEASE COMMENT ON THIS POST ***
Okay, some of you will see this as a shallow attempt on my part to bump up my stats.
And I’m not saying you are wrong.
But here’s the thing… oh, thing, I missed you, where have you been?
I have always said that I have the best commenters on WordPress. I have two posts that have over 1,000 comments on them… True, half of those are my return answers to comments, because I always answer my comments, but still… And I will even go so far as to admit that my comment sections… OUR comment sections… are sometimes the funniest part of my posts. Are you happy now?
But this all has me wondering what the record for number of comments on one post actually is. I want to see if we can break it. Just for the fun of it. We will all be part of a social media experiment. We will all go down in the history books as record breakers. We can amaze and astound the WordPress overlords and maybe have them take notice of us.
And it will be fun.
Oh, and I am a little disappointed that only one person even commented on that cute picture of me as a baby in the last post I did, so here is your chance to make it up to me…
Pouring My Art Out 
I have decided that twitter is nothing more than a place people spew hatred and bigotry and sarcasm. I am unsubscribing. And i have also made the decision to follow in my mother’s footsteps and unsubscribe from life. She killed herself in 1992. I am despairing and i am sorry for that. I know you thought better of me. I will sleep on it for the night. But i don’t believe the morning will change my mind. Arthur, you brought a moment of laughter and joy in my life, thank you for that. 😊
Every night that goes between
I feel a little less
As you slowly go away from me
This is only another test
Every night you do not come
Your softness fades away
Did I ever really care that much
Is there anything left to say
Every hour of fear I spend
My body tries to cry
Living through each empty night
A deadly call inside
I haven’t felt this way I feel
Since many a year ago
But in those years and the lifetimes past
I did not deal with the road
And I did not deal with you I know
Though the love has always been
So I search to find an answer there
So I can truly win
So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I’d like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
We were frail
I knew
“Everynight he will break your heart”
I should have known from the first
I’d be the broken hearted
But I loved you from the start
Save us. . .
And not all the prayers in the world–
could save us
You and me of the 10,000 wars,
dividing life into factions of pleasure and chores –
a bed to be made and a bed to lie in,
a hand in the darker side and our sights set on zion.
The heart of a skeptic and the mind of a child,
put my life in a box and let my imagination run wild
pour the cement for my feet.
the heart and the mind on a parallel course
never the two shall meet.
and, oh, the dissatisfied with the satisfied
everybody loves a melodrama
and the scandal of a lie –
still you held your arms open for the prodigal daughter
I see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes –
still waters.
Try making one and one make one
twist the shapes until everything comes undone
watch the wizard behind the curtain
the larger than life and the power of seeming certain.
The evil ego and the vice of pride
is there ever anything else that makes us take our different sides?
I wanted everything to feed me.
About as full as I got was of myself
and the upper echalons of mediocrity
after the battle and we’re still around
everything once up in the air has settled down
sweep the ashes let the silence find us
a moment of peace is worth every war behind us.
I am sorry I see you have chosen to not follow me anymore. I truly regret this and will miss you. I am just a believer that we must be able to laugh at anything and everything we can because when the laughter stops, the hating begins, just as in the middle east. And i know this because my family is Christian Palastinian from Jerusalem. My family had the sense to get out of there as soon as the violence erupted in the late 40s. I will no longer view or comment on your blog as you obviously wish me gone. Perhaps I was a little testy today because I was up all night with a 101 fever trying to clean my computer I don’t know. I wish you and yours the best and please give your doggie a kiss on the forehead from me. I will fondly remember you and have saved pictures of you that you have posted so I may look at them in the future and smile, and perhaps even laugh. I will always remember you and hopefully someday fate will bring us in contact again Arthur Browne….. with all my love and warm wishes. XOXO XOXO,
Elizabeth Ann Stephan.
I have no idea what you are even talking about… I didn’t stop following anything.
I am in love with you…I love you I love you I love you I love you…..Oh. ….sorry…..wrong blog. Please disregard.
HAHAHA never mind….this screamer…. is clean
right
I’ve decided to come to ‘San Diego’ and drown myself there. I want to meet you in person first, I also need help tying the ropes around the cinder blocks and my wrists if you don’t mind.
I don’t help people do that
Suicide is looking better than spending my day doing this. I should probably just do a low level format and reinstall windows 10……but nooooOoooo that would be too easy.
not really finding the suicide jokes funny
Ok I take it back, I’ll tell you how my day is going. IT’S CRAP RIGHT NOW….I was on the dark net last night on my screamer. And got into a hacking war with another hacker. I will be spending the rest of my day clearing off my favorite, fastest, top of the line $2000 plus laptop aka the screamer. Moral of the story. …..don’t try to hack someone who is a better (OR LUCKIER ) hacker than yourself.
I won’t… also, don’t hack on meds
I just wanted to keep it going. :))
Yay… that is how we got here!
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I’m going to apply my 5th amendment rights not to comment so as not to incriminate myself.
I will allow it
Sweet baby jeebus, visiting a post with 44,268 comments on it is not something that a person who feels compelled to read all the comments on posts should do… and yet here I am. But it had to be done! Who in their right mind can read about a blog post with over 44k comments and not come to see it themselves?
I have been wondering that… but it still happens
I could paint you in the dark
Cause I’ve studied you with hunger
Like a work of art
And these are very secret days
I collect my information
Then I stowe it all away
Call me
When you breeze through
To your appointments
The work you do
Call me
I’m collecting you
The pleading prayer and hairshirt sting
My hair-trigger love and faulty spring
Motivation smokes a name
I don’t like that smile applied to me
So blindly just the same
Call me
When you breeze through
To your appointments
The work you do
Call me
I’m collecting you
Turning up my collar
(turning up my collar)
To an unseasonal chill
You ask a favor
You know I will
And the rain comes a surprise
We fly across the railroad ties
I feel the danger
The foolish thrill
Oh yes I will
What it will or won’t be then
The shutter pre development of the of the ink full in the pen
Mind the minds eye’s trickery
Cause you might picture killer beautiful
Much more than it might be
Call me
Tell me
What you’re up to
What you’ll do
Call me
I’m collecting you
I would be foolish
To think that I
Could turn it off
And stay alive
The way I live
When you switch on
Hand on the dimmer
(my hands you)
Give me just a glimmer
(in the glimmer)
Give me just a shadow
(just a shadow)
Of hope around the edges
Agony and rapture
Forever uncaptured
Take these secrets to your grave
Drug across your landscape
And buried in your cave
(your piling up)
Your piling up and out of sight
(out of sight)
Every try to add it up just feels like counting shades of light
Call me yeah
Tell me
What you’re up to
What you do
Call me
I’m collecting you
Hang it in my window
Let it complicate my view
The separation
The glass of you
But I can paint this picture
Any way that I see fit
The art of pain
The subject sits
Unmoved
oh my
Um….politically correct was a euphemism. ……
right
Arthur, I’m very sorry I blocked you earlier, have 102 degree fever and not thinking straight. Please forgive me. My life will be so much sadder without your silliness in it. I have unblocked you. And hope you will follow me back. I promise to be politically correct from here on.
I never said you weren’t
how am I only just now seeing this?
anyhow, this seems fun. so here’s comment number 44,263. 🙂
(and because I’m a nerd, that’s “1010110011100111” in binary. at least, I think it is. I hope it is. I mean, either it is, or I screwed up my math somewhere in there.)
I don’t even have my multiplication table memorized yet… so…
There’s a letter on my tablet that I dug out of the drawer
The last truce we ever came to from an adolescent war
And i start to feel the fever from the warm air through the screen
You come regular lIke seasons shadowing my dreams…
The Mississippi is mighty, it starts in Minnesota
At a place that you could walk across with five steps down
And i guess that’s how you started, like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown…
And there is not enough room in this world for my pain
Signals cross and love gets lost and time past makes it plain
Of all my demon spirits I need you the most
I’m in love with your ghost…
Dark and dangerous like a secret that’s whispered in a hush
As I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush
And you kiss me like a lover then you sting me like a viper
I go follow to the river, play your memory like the piper…
And i feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me
But I will walk into the fingers of your fire willingly
And dance the edge of sanity, I’ve never been this close
In love with your ghost…
Unknowing captor, you’ll never know how much you
Pierce my spirit but I can’t touch you
Can you hear it? A cry to be free
But I’m forever under lock and key as you pass through me…
Now I see your face before me, I would launch a thousand ships
To bring your heart on to my island, as the sand beneath me slips
As I burn up in your presence, I know now how it feels
To be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels…
And my bitter pill to swallow is the silence I must keep
It poisons me, I can’t swim free the river is too deep
As I’m baptized by your touch, I am no worse at most
In love with your ghost.
…ooo000ooo…
Sure, here we got with another comment! That idea is pure fun!
Thanks so much… to be honest, since I reply to every comment made here, I guess that technically, half of the comments are mine… sigh…
Oh yes, but even then you broke the record! 😃
That is a good point… thanks.
You are very welcome 😉 Just fyi: I came over from D. Parker’s blog party! So you leaving comment and link works out well!
wow… I actually did it? YAY!
Remember everything I told you
Keep it in your heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown things round and back again
What was once your pain will be your home
All around the table the white haired men have gathered
Spilling their sons’ blood like table wine
Remember everything I told you
Everything in its own time
The music whispers you in urgency
Hold fast to that languageless connection
A thread of known that was unknown and unseen seen
Dangling from inside the fifth direction
Boys around the table mapping out their strategies
Kings of mountains one day dust
A lesson learned, a loving God, and things in their own time
In nothing more do I trust
But we own nothing, nothing is ours
Not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars
But this poverty is our greatest gift
The weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift
Remember everything I told you
Keep it in your heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown things round and back again
What was once your pain will be your home
Everything in its own time
wow
We talked up all night, still came to no conclusions
We started a fight that ended in silent confusion
And as we sat stuck i could hear the trash truck
Making its way through the neighborhood
Picking up the thrown out, different from house to house
We get to decide what we think is no good…
We’re sculpted from youth, the chipping away makes me weary
And as for the truth, it seems like we just pick a theory
And it’s the one that justifies our daily lives
And backs us with quiver and arrow
To protect openings, because when the warring begins
How quickly the wide open narrows…
Into the smallness of our deconstruction of love
We thought it was changing but it never was
It’s just the same as it ever was…
A family of foxes came to my yard and dug in
So I looked at a book to see what this could possibly mean
Yeah cause there is this fate in the breese, signs in the trees
And possible tragic events
Because when the forces collide with the damage strewn wide
And holes blasted straight through the fence…
Oh and the sky starts to crash, and the rain on the roof starts to drumming
And laid out like cash, you take on my list of shortcomings
And as the show starts to close, I know how this goes
The plots a predictable showing
And though it seems grand, we’re just one speck of sand
And back to the hourglass we are going…
Back to the smallness of our deconstruction of love
We thought it was changing but it never was
We’re still in the smallness of our deconstruction of love
We thought it was changing but it never was
It’s just the same as it ever was.
very moving
Every night that goes between I’ll feel a little less
As you slowly go away from me, is this only another test?
Every night you do not come, your softness fades away
Ďid I ever really care that much? Is there ànothing left to say?
Every hour of fear I spend my body tries to cry
Living through each èmpty night, a deally call inside…
I haven’t felt this way I feel since many a year ago
But in those years and the lifetimes past I did not dell with the road
And i did not deal with you i know, though the love has always been
So i search to find an answer there so I can truly will
Every hour of fear I spend my body tries to cry
Living through each empty night, a deadly call inside…
So I try to say goodbye my friend
I’d like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
II have always been a storm.
nice
HELLO SWEETIE Well today is a brand new day, I’m feeling a bit down today, I have rebroken my toes three times and foot healed wrong . To correct it they must rebreak and set. Need surgery on my neck fairly soon. Bones in my neck putting pressure on nerves which manifest in my entire body especially joints…you would never know because I look totally healty, great they tell me, but on insiide it hurts bad. Plus due for the surgery on my jaw, they have to implant bone and put about 7 more screws in, I already have eight. But again you could never tell.
Tired of living like this. I know I’m whining about something so unimportant while others in the world endure so much more, and that makes my issues seem trivial in comparison. I guess its just I’m scared of the surgerys so, i use whining as a way not to have to admit I’m actually just terrified.
I Will leave you with a song that fits the mood I’m in today.
This song is an origiinal : today is 1/26/2016 song owned by Elizabeth stephan, all rights reserved.
Standing by the railroad tracks, waiting on a train
Somethings wrong, I’m leaving home, never be back again
I feel the cold against my skin, I feel a little pain
Sometimes I think I’ll never make it through all the strain, leaving home
Looking back on memories I see a lot of times
When life was hard and things were rough
Pleasure was hard to find
The past has gone, today is on, tomorrow is yet to come
Of all the souls in this whole world, why am, I the one leaving home
I hear the train around the bend, smoke is rising high
And i can feel it’s mighty force will soon be rolling by
So long cruel world, I’ll miss you all
It’s time to say goodbye
Of all the souls in this whole world
Why am I the one leaving home?
Leaving home, trying to get away
Leaving home, there will never be a day like today…
I’m leaving home.
Actually I messed up the last line of the last verse it should say …
Just look at life and all its deeds and maybe you’ll see why I’m leaving home
Then the refrain is sung in between all the verses. But i justhe put it at the end …you are a songwriter so you know. …
I do
Love the song, and sorry about all the other stuff
It’s nothing, I just hate having people I don’t even know cut into my body…
I can understand that
I do so wish we lived closer. I have heard your music and would love to collaborate. I have an acquaintance with an good studio. I can get studio time but usually only from midnight to 6 or 7 am, which is actually a lot of time. There are songs out there with my vocals as background. I don’t even know what they eventually nanned them.,I have copies of them but this was before CDs. Probably in a box in the attic somewhere. Studio recording is hard work. If you do not go,in prepared you better be ready to be there a long time. Doing and redoing tracks.
okey dokey
Oh dear, I haven’t left a comment here today have i? Well let’s see here…I could only leave a joke of the day, Or I could tell you what’s going on here in my world, since you tell us what’s going on in your world all the time…I thought you may find it interesting to see what some of your readers lives are like , and my own in particular is pretty weird, i live a pretty weird life just like you, only difference is i now have been staying at home the last year because daddy doesnt want me to work anymore and is paying all my bills…in fact, I don’t even remember how I found your blog….do you remember?….I could do my own blog but I don’t want the responsibility and it’s more fun to use your blog to blog my own stupid life on….it’s like …piggybacking, you know what I mean? I hope you don’t mind….if you do then just tell me to piss off and i will stop. Only thing I don’t like about piggybacking is I can’t upload photos……and i have some real doozies…..oh welll…..
You are just the most handsome, cutest man I have ever seen, I love it when you post pics of you because they make me .smile……at night i……wait a minute I better stop there….sorry.
I want to sleep with you in the desert tonight……wait ….Not good either…..oh dear….what can I talk about?
How about this….
I come to you with strange fire …..I make an offering of love
The incense of my soul is burned…..by the fire in my blood
I come with a softer answer to the questions that lie in your path
I want to harbour you from the anger. ….find a refuge from the wrath
This is a message…..a message of love
Love that moves from the inside out
Love that never grows tired
I come to you with strange fire…………
uh… not really sure what to say to all that… but I think you found the blog because I mentioned it on Twitter.
Well I don’t remember. Maybe it’s the meds I’m on. I don’t even remember seeing you on twitter until now…..never mind , it doesn’t matter. ,you know what I just realized? My cocoa puffs look exactly like my cats food…..I hope I havent been mixing them up without realizing…..
probably be more healthy for you… ha
OK this was supposed to go on Arthur’s blog where he had Donald Trump and Sarah Palen as Garth and Wayne on the Wayne’s World show but it was way too long…so Arthur gave me the go ahead and put it in here everything in it is 100% factual. it is not made up at all. It really happened and it scared the crap out of me at the time ….so here we go.
Speaking of being stoned and weirded out gives me a ‘totally excellent’ way for me to bring up the subject of the totally knarly thing that happened to me last night. I don’t mean last night as in the current night because it’s 0420 at the moment of this writing because I just woke back up. So, to reiterate, not this last night but the one before…What happened was; I had my very first sleepwalking experience ever. And boy was it a doozy! Having been asleep at the time I don’t remember what I did per say, but I can easily reconstruct the night because of the state the house was in after it was all over… That day was spent doing a thorough cleaning of the house as best I could with a broken foot and two broken toes which won’t heal because I won’t stay off the darn thing, and that boot from hell they gave me to wear should really be used by the FBI to torture terrorists and I don’t wear it. And to make matters worse I have some broken vertebrae in my neck, because my neck and back vertebrae are degenerating and I have recently found out that the pain I have felt in my joints all these years is not due to fatigue or lack of sleep….but that’s another story. ..but… it may be indirectly attached to this story because since we are putting off surgery as many years as we can and I don’t even want to do it because I’ve never heard of a back or neck surgery that went well… I am on pain medication as well as some other prescriptions so…you see what I mean…and all this week I have had very little sleep and the doctor changes up my pain meds periodically so my body won’t get too used to one and therefore stop working. I had picked up my new script that day and was feeling pretty good, and by pretty good I mean I was flying high….so I decided to do a thorough cleaning of the house. In the middle of cleaning, my father called asking if I wanted to follow him to the car dealership that next day in order to have his dashboard replaced because of a safety recall, which would take all day because we would visit and have lunch and dinner together and it would give me a chance to give him another lesson on how to use his new tablet, (he’s 86 and I taught him how to use a computer and he’s excellent at that…in fact, he can look up pornography like an Olympic champion but he is still a bit uncomfortable with his new tablet.) So, I wrapped up the cleaning in order to go to bed early because I now have to get up early.So I’m in bed colouring one of the last of my flowers on the January secret garden calendar, and getting ready to go to sleep. If you have not tried colouring in one of those adult colouring books you should try it, it’s very relaxing, and is great mental therapy. I have the three big books by Johanna Basford; secret garden, Hidden forest and Lost ocean. I use a 200 piece berol prismacolor coloured pencil set I’ve had since high school, which are VERY expensive and also gel pens, some glittery, that you can buy at Walmart for about $5 a pack. Sometimes on a picture I use only pencil, or pen, and sometimes I use both and the effect is pretty cools. Maybe someday Arthur will let me send him pictures of some and post them on his blog (ahem….hint hint….clue clue) So, where was I ? Oh yes I’m sitting there colouring, when my phone rings, it’s my dad, he just found out that it was going to be raining with possible freezing Temps and he didn’t want me to have to drive to south Arlington from north Arlington, and he will just use the service they have where they loan you a car While they work on yours. So I’m thinking. …CRAP. ..I could have finished cleaning, but since I was already in bed with my colouring books, I figured I could just stay up late and finish February’s picture as well. I was in the spare bedroom which is the only main room in the house without a TV, because the guy who rents a room from me had been in my bedroom watching TV because he wasn’t feeling well and wanted to lay on a big bed to watch TV and not in his room or on the couch downstairs. He had fallen asleep and I didn’t want to bother him so I just came in here. So I was setting my big laptop up in order to watch a netflix movie, and damn it, I can’t remember my Fing password! Me, who was in the computer technical industry for years, who knows several different programming languages, who was working on and building computers long before Bill Gates ripped off macintosh’s GUI and created windows, who, in her younger years used to code viruses and hack into other computers just for fun and leave little silly things on them along with instructions on how to delete it (I never caused any harm doing that, I think that’s meaningless and mean) cannot remember her damn password into netflix and I was loathe to change it because I had just changed it recently because I was setting it up on my newest tablet and, as you may have probably already guessed, couldn’t remember the password and had to change it ….in the middle of doing that I guess I either fell asleep or the new meds got to me and I fainted, I really don’t know. The next thing I know is I’m really cold and someone is shaking me violently and calling my name…..I gradually looked up only to realize that I was on the back porch, in my favorite chair fast asleep in nothing but my pajamas! HOLY CRAP that’s a rude awakening. I tried to stand up and ended up instead plopped in a heap on the cement…Marc helped me up and half carried me inside…I finally found my footing and looked around and….I was speechless…apparently I had gotten up in my sleep and cleaned the kitchen, breakfast nook and the formal dining room. They were spotless! And I don’t even remember doing it…And I’m thinking, HOLY SHIT….I should do this more often! I had even rearranged the cookbooks and dusted all the antique nick knacks that are on the shelves in the breakfast nook. I had even cleaned my Cuisinart and my kitchen aid stand mixer, Upon opening the refrigerator to get a water, I discovered I had also completely cleaned out the fridge as well. It was like new again! I had even thrown out any out of date stuff and threw out any traces of leftovers we hadn’t eaten and remnants of veggies that were limp or old. I had taken all the shelves out and 409d them. Just out of curiosity I opened the pantry. This time I had gotten over the shock and was not surprised to learn I had also cleaned the shelves and organized the entire pantry By now I’m crying happy tears and thinking. ..God I LOVE these new pain killers…I needed go back to sleep for a while because I was still unsteady on my feet, but first I wanted to go out back again to make sure the heating pad was still on in the little dog house my dad made for that feral cat that we give leftovers to and who lives in my backyard, and as soon as I looked around I had another HOLY SHIT moment. ..I had also taken the broom from the garage and swept all the leaves and debris from the entire back porch, picked up some of the wood had fallen off the sides of the woodpile, put all utensils and dreck that was laying around back into the outside cedar-type chest and windexed the glass table off. That was just too much for me to take and I almost crumbled to the cement again in shock… I was in pretty bad pain by now and I was past due for another pill. I waited until my doctors office was open and called them to tell them , um…Houston…we have a problem here…. and I told them the story I just told you. They said they would write out another one that I had already taken before and we could pick it up. My dad came over and picked it up for me and took it to the pharmacy and since the Kroger pharmacy I use know me well they got it ready immediately and dad brought them to me. He hung around for a while after I took a pill just to be sure in was ok, I went back to bed and went to sleep. This time my sleep was totally uneventful. I slept the entire day except I would periodically wake for maybe a half hour, drink some water, check twitter and get a snack. I woke up around three o’clock this morning and after walking through the house to make sure I hadn’t cleaned again… damn it, I didn’t this time, guess I’ll have to finish it while awake….I went back to my bed and started writing this to you. I feel fine now, very little pain on these other pain killers….but one things for sure, I’m keeping those other ones for the next time I want to clean the house.
Sleep house-cleaning… this could be the wave of the future… but sleeping outside in freezing weather should not.
JOKE OF THE DAY:
A drunk staggers out of a bar and into a nearby cathedral . He eventually stumbles his way down the Isle and into a confessional. After a lengthy silence , the priest asks “May I help you my son?” “I dunno ” comes the drunks voice from behind the partition. “You got any toilet paper on your side?”
oh man
Meanwhile, back at the funny farm…
“Hello? Is this the fire department?”
“Yes.”
“Listen, my house is on fire! You’ve got to come right away! It’s terrible!”
“Okay, how do we get to your house? ”
“You don’t have those big red trucks anymore?”
HA!
Did I say Mormons? I meant Amish….silly me….😛
I always get them mixed up.
Well since I couldn’t put the whole story of my sleepwalking incident on the Trump and Palin as Waynes world post because your comment section only allows a finite number of characters, I thought I might put it here in two separate posts…but I’ll wait on an OK from you first just in case you don’t want me to. I’ve been trying to read on your blog from the beginning up until now. And I have to admit, in the grand scheme of things….you are one messed up dude, you know that? But I love you anyway. And so does everybody else….well. …maybe not everyone in the whole world, because after all, some people don’t speak English and wouldn’t be able to read it….and maybe people in countries like north Korea who don’t even have colour TV much less the ability to get on the Internet and find this blog…and even if they could they wouldn’t want to because they would be much more interested in finding the website to some embassy that they could escape and defect to, like maybe China or somewhere like that. And then there are the Mormons, who don’t even have electricity much less the internet. And oh yeah really old people who just refuse to learn how to use a computer…and I’m sure there’s more but I can’t think of them right now. ..but the rest of us love you…I leave you with another joke of the day;
A man was praying to god. He said, “God!?”
God responded “Yes?”
And the guy said, “Can I ask you a question? ”
“Go right ahead, ” god said.
“God, what is a million years to you?”
God said, ” A million years to me is only a second.”
“Hmmm” the man wondered. Then he asked, “God, what is a million dollars worth to you?”
God said “A million dollars to me is as a pemny.”
So the man said, ” God, can I have a penny?”
And god said , “Sure! …Just a second. “
put your story on the record breaking comment post… it will fir well there… break it up as much as you want or need to
Well you are trying to break a record here, and I could just reiterate how awesome your blog really is. I’ve been trying to go all the way back to the beginning and read everything…but it takes time…and that’s all i really had to say today….so I will leave you with a little joke…..
So Tommy goes into a confessional and says ” Bless me father for I have sinned. I have been with a loose woman.”
The priest says, “is that you Tommy?”
“Yes father it is I. ”
“Who was the woman you were with?”
“I cannot tell you, father, for I not for I do not wish to ruin her reputation. ”
“Was it brenda?” “No father.”
“Was it Fiona?” “No father.”
“Was it Ann?” “No father”
“Very well Tommy,. Go say five Our Father’s and four Hail Marys.”
Tommy goes back to his pew, and his buddy Sean slides over and askes, “What happened?”
And Tommy said, I got five Our Fathers, four hail Marys, and three good leads,”
awesome…
And another thing…I’m probably not going to get any sleep tonight because of all the stress that you….yes you….have put upon me by not telling me to post here. And the guilt! Oh gevault! You have no idea the guilt I’m feeling right now. I really do hope you are happy with yourself. Just give yourself a great big pat on the back! I’m probably going to have a stroke or a heart attack now. See ? you are killing your own fan base here. What kind of business model is that? I’ll tell you what kind, it’s a stupid one! Even a virus isn’t stupid enough to kill it’s host before it can reproduce and move into new hosts. I honestly thought you were smarter than a virus Arthur! Jeez! You know I trusted you…I really trusted you…this will be the last time I ever trust anyone ever again. I mean! I try to be nice and what do you do? You try to KILL ME for god sake! Well I’m not putting up with it anymore. You’ve given me a guilt complex, stressed me beyond what I can bear and just outright tried to kill me! You know I am a person of very few words Arthur, but in this case I just really have to stand up for myself. I’m going to go cry now, and hopefully I may be able to cry myself to sleep . I hope you are proud of yourself i really do.
I have been very upfront about the fact that this blog is really just my evil way of taking over the world…
You know Arthur that really tics me off, you might have had the decency to tell me about this record breaking thing befoever I posted all that dreck on Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, you can’t expect me to read everything I see for Christ’s sake! I mean…I do have a life you know…I can’t be expected to do everything around here, does my shirt have a big S on it? NO, because I am NOT Superwoman! So stop putting all this pressure on me man! In fact you know what? I honestly feel like I can’t breathe right now the stress is so bad! Great, I’m probably going to end up in the hospital now. Damn it, I can’t afford that shit right now. I mean, its not like I’m not already buried in mountains of medical bills as it is. Thanks a lot Artnur, and I really thought you were a good , decent, stand up sort of guy, but now the layers are beginning to peel back and we’re all beginning to see how selfish and demanding you really are. Well! I don’t need this in my life right now, So….I bid you Farwell sir…
uh… I do expect a lot from people…
Well poop if I had read this first I would have put all those posts I put on Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeree here instead. Would copying and pasting them in here now be considered cheating? Or do I have to spin some new tales that place you into obscure movie references?
or you could just let me tell the story… but knock yourself out…
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k
Look forward to reading your blogs, keep it up pleaseeeeeeee
I have no plans to stop… thanks…
well done so far ….. way to go!
thanks so much
Boy that took time to scroll down. Way to go Art.
Leslie
Thanks… I couldn’t do it without all of you!
Well I will admit I was thinking this post would be an attempt to infuriate people to get them commenting…nice to see I was wrong. Good luck 🙂
This is all about the love… and silliness…
Back again!
yay!
I just now realized…your photo looks like a cross between The ‘Dude’ from The Big Lebosky and someone from MIB….Good look for you !
story of my life… HA!
So stoked to be part of this record attempt, at over 40,000 comments it must be a record by now right?
Yeah, we blew the record out of the water…. as far as we know. WordPress claims they don’t keep that one stat. But we keep this around for reunions. It was the first blog/chat room.
Hey Miri here, one of your soon to be characters. How’s the record going?
we broke it a long time ago, we just keep this going for fun… if you ever get bored, come red some of this. We might make it a book some day. Also, if you pick random comments and reply to them, you will keep it going, and meet some awesome people, and I will make you an official minion.
A Minion hey? Sounds like fun.
oh, it can be… the food isn’t good, and the hours are horrendous… no dental plan, and the secret lair in the hollow volcano needs work… you should type the word: minion into my search bar and see what comes up.
Hmmm, not sure I want to!
I don’t blame you… it used to be fun before some people left
Are you talking about me Arthur?? You aren’t are you??
Yes… Mostly you… And Trent… And other people
where did they go?? TRRRREEENNNNNNTTTTTTT!! TRENTRENTRENT! EVEREEEEBOODDDYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
I think wordpress is falling apart.
I needed to add a comment since it appears the last one was almost two years ago….I finally have a new phone that won’t blow up when I visit this post.
slacker!!! HA!
I’ll totally help out here. Good luck beating the record!
Thanks… this thing just keeps chugging along. We used to have parties and stuff, but it has been quiet lately
HELLO??!! Nert?? HELLLLLLLOOOOOOOO???? hey! ARTHUR!!!!! NERT!!!! I saw Jennifer!!!! HEY!!!! HEEEEELLLLLLLLOOOOOO!!! Arthur! I NEED your books!! Just case you don’t understand…. I NEED THEM!! same deal as last time… I HAVE TO HAVE THEM!!
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email me… brownemonkey@gmail.com
I came to be alter history…we will be the winners, and to the winners go the telling of the story!
but can one truly alter history?
Winston Churchill “history is written by the victors.” But… George Washington “Truth will ultimately prevail where there is pains to bring it to light.” I think that in the end all stories are a mixture of history and truth.
I do love a good Churchill quote… thanks.
Consider this a comment. A vapid one, but a comment …
I love vapidity
I’m all there on this one.
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Careful. You’ll make me need to go.
HA!
Woke up thinking about the squirrels and how I have not been able to finish anything – due to an -itis. i blame the squirrelles. Gotta blame something….
wait… you aren’t blaming MY squirrels are you???
Nope My squirrelles…hypothetically speaking. Just need a “fall” guy/squirrel to blame. But I must be getting better because they woke me up with a happy feeling of: yes, I will finish the story.
That is where they really shine
Good motivators are they? Well okay. Then I’ll treat them as my project managers. Oh those cute beings!
Just keep them happy
Hahahaha…oh? Is that a warning? They are always happy…
Then don’t let them get bored…
tnemmoc…
uoy knaht
lol
sorry… this is a no lol zone…
my bad. laughing quietly to my self…
No, laughing is fine… I did a post about how the lol looks like that creepy screaming guy in the painting; the scream…
I’ll check it out. btw, I must admit your attempt at 44,444 comments is such a creative way to network and set a record at the same time. kudos!
It is like a chat room on a blog… we even have weekend-long drunken reunions now and then. We have written poems and stories. People meet other cool bloggers in there by randomly replying to old comments. It is all done with fun and love. We might even make it into a book some day.
I agree it is like a chat room. I went through and read a little. there are some long threads.
My head minion went in there once drunk and pretended to try to seduce himself. We had a contest to see who could do it better.
Have a nice day!
You have two or three nice days… in case I don;t see you for a while.
Clever comment.
cleverer reply… ha… I kill me…
Dang it, now I will have to cleverly reply to your reply.
and the madness begins!
It’s weird, but it feels like we have been commenting for so long that some sort of record is going to happen here…
We contacted the Guinness book of world record people… they say they have a record for most comments on one blog… 3 million… but not for single posts… yet. And WordPress claims this is the one stat they don’t keep track of. But the closest we found was a girl with 20,000 comments… all of which were comments telling her she was an idiot for doing a post about how women who have kids are throwing their lives away. I think she quit bluffing.
So shall we keep trying for the 3 million one then?
That is the plan…