Man on time I blogged so hard I had to wipe my keyboard down.
Sometimes you just gotta blog all over that girls face...because she asked you to that's why.
Sometimes I play with "Lincoln BLogs".
Sometimes the blog is so thick I gotta turn on the high beams just to sort through the madness of it all.
I think sometimes a top eight fux up peoples lives. I mean if you don't put certain people on there they get all "Butt hurt" and they're all sceptical and paranoid and say shit like "How come I"m not on your top 8?...man that's fucked up. I see how it is." But then I'm all like "Look!...you didn't do that thing with the paper bag and the goat, so no spotlight for ye!"
There's nothin like takin a good blog.
Help stop blogging companies from blogging down rainforrests...didn't you see Furngully?
I wonder if there's a poison dart blog?..prolly so.
I hate it when my cereal get's all bloggy...then I gotta all pick out the typo's and the emoticons n shit. Pfffffffft...what a fuckin;' gip.
I just ate 2 sandwiches...I feel like a big fat blog.
My URL is bigger than yours...and you know what they say about guys with big URL's...they got alotta hosts.
Sometimes if you don't leave your girlfriend picture comments she gets all sad and listens to Thursday alot to help cope with the substancial amount of depression she thinks she's goin through...she's not really depressed though...she just wants another cute boy with a girl haircut to leave her more comments than you so you can feel all fucked up about the whole scenario, then you find yourself borrowing her Thursday cd and wearing girl pants.
That's why we blog it tha fuck up doe...to help cope with the shit that we never talk about that come real in the way...shit gets mothercukin' "deep" off in a blog...nigguh's be all "spillin' the beans" n shit to the whole world and then everybody know's "what's up". And that's what's up.
Man one time I typed a blog with my laptop while I was this "massive" ass shit. It was that shitty blog 4real...
Shit...you already know.
