I'll be your host.
Host rhymes with post.
Most will boast.
If you were in the middle of nowhere, does that mean you're surrounded by nothing?
Uninteresting fact: Not all facts are interesting.
Sometimes when I'm sitting around doing nothing, I think about the stars. Why do they disappear when the suns comes out? Are they allergic to light? Maybe they're vampires.
I feel sorry for people who are allergic to cats. They miss out on so much pussy.
I don't mind driving around. Especially when there's something on the road.
I just saw a headline that read "I have 32 half siblings." Dad must sure enjoy using his chainsaw.
Don't be a little bleach. That would be a good way to sell a powerful cleaner.
Cows should start smoking grass, too.
Have you ever wondered,
why I write these little words?
It's because you were getting bored. The large font grabs you! The little guys pull you in. And now these words feel like smooth sailing again. Mmhmm this whole time you've known me, you thought I was actually writing interesting things, but in reality, I was just messing with your brainwaves. If you don't believe me, then why do you find yourself suddenly so interested in that concept? Magic.
Here's something to think about
while you wait for this post to be over.
This as well:
I bet you'd love it if I did this:
I saw a post one day. A lonely new Steemian, wondering if anyone was out there. He said, "Give me a sign if you're out there."
So I did:
I have so many good memories:
I think this is part of the reason why Ned doesn't like me:
One day I was out browsing posts and noticed a guy had a hangnail in one of his photos, so I zoomed in on it:
Anyway
I guess it's that time again.
Time to go for one last ride...
Enjoy your weekend.
I might be off for a couple of days, we'll see how it goes. Summer means family visits and cold beer. I think I have to do the fireworks thing again this year as well, so if you never hear from me again, it's probably just because I blew my hands off.