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Satire. Yep, that aptly describes this whole thing. No personal shenanigans (Wow, that’s actually a word?!), and no pets to post annoyingly cute pictures of. I had pets before. They died during the how-long-can-you-live-without-food experiment. It was a success. The results are classified.
Is this enough yet? I’d hate for you to be annoyed after crossing all this space to click the ‘For Stalkers’ button, only to find I won’t actually give you enough information to think of perverted things to do to me. I already have someone doing that. Doing the thinking not doing the doing, you pervert!
How about this, I’ll tell you a joke, and we call it even. Not any joke though; I wrote this joke. Yep. Entirely mine. I never told it to anyone and failed to get a laugh. I never told it to anyone. Here it is:
“My ex once told me I treat her only as a possession. I told her to shut up, drink the blood, and get back inside the chalk circle.”
Laughs? Anyone? Gotta tell ya, you just had to be there.
(Last edited: 10/20/2013)