Apparently I was too subtle - not something I'm often accused of. Excuse me for a moment while I slip back into character.
If you stingy-ass motherfuckers don't start commenting - and continue to do so - I'm going on strike. I share this stuff for your entertainment, not for my own. Think about it: I've already seen everything I post. I talk to myself all day long; I don't need a blog for that.
Don't even bother with the excuses. I've heard them all before, and most are lamer than my withered legs.
As Stephen Colbert would say: You're on notice.
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No one ever accused you of being Subtle...
I hope that you know how often I check your blogs, but if you decide to give up the blog, please contact the governor to sell the blog space.
:-)
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"Often accused of"? I don't think anyone has ever accused you of that in your entire life. My pitiful excuse is that I get the digest version and you can't leave comments directly - I know - sad, totally lame excuse. I will try to do better.
things i left on the bus this morning:
my favorite gloves
my lunch, in a new tupperware container that i liked
my happiness
Kristine, that's awful. I hope you get it all back. Except for the food. You probably don't want that back.
I left my first cane on the subway, and nobody turned it in. I thought that was pretty low.
I, for one, completely missed the intent behind your "humbug" post. I don't it's because of you were too subtle, as much as it's my being too dense. That's my lame excuse and I'm sticking to it!
Who are you, Jeff Zucker? Are you my sugar daddy?
Well, I could say I am the head of NBC entertainment (Google me), so yes, I could be your sugar daddy..............
But I'd be lying.....
The other bastard stole my name!
umm, was it red line to shady grove on april 12 of 2002?
describe the cane to claim.
[someone at work recently sent out an email to the 8th floor to say that they had found a pair of "very warm-looking gloves" in the ladies room and that you were supposed to "describe to claim." now, i understand if you had to describe the contents of an ipod or the appearance of a ring, but a pair of gloves? gross. i don't want your used scabie mittens, ladies. I JUST WANT THE GLOVES I LEFT ON THE 147 NORTHBOUND THIS MORNING. they are worthless to all others. except for, you know, the poors. i hope some homeless dude is enjoying my pink-and-gray striped mittens with the half-fingers and the glove flap that you can cover them with. was that description clear? can i have them back, please?]
What if I read and enjoy but don't comment? Should I just rate each post so you'll know I've perused?
(four stars)
sorry the humbug post went completely over my head. next time I'll let you know when I don't understand something - at least it'll be a comment!
Hmmm As a very close relative, if I comment on your blog with any degree of regularity, SOMEONE might accuse me of spying on you! I'm caught between the proverbial rock and, well, another rock.
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