You bands of lurkers, you. You lurking bands of lurkers! What would happen if we got you all together like a roving pack of rampant readers and actually FORCED everyone to make a comment? What would you say to one another? "Uh, okay, I kind of read this . . . uh . . . kind of stupid blog by this . . . uhh . . . umm . . . kinda stupid guy. Ahhh . . . what do YOU do? I actually work for a small publishing firm in Saginaw . . ."
And we could go from there!
Spring forth from the fount of mischief, my circling band of Underwoild lurkers, my small cult following, spring forth and show your lurksome side!
Please wear a tie, preferably not one with stripes or patterns, if you're male. Females: please bring me some concealer for my face because I have a mild case of psoriasis and you guys seem to be the go-to persons for these kinds of things.
My name is Ernest and I live in Upper Padmaduck, Missouri.
ReplyDeletePleased to meet you, Ernest! It's nice to see that you seem to be following my blog. It's fun, entertaining and sometimes even amusing! So I much appreciate your coming here all the way from . . . um, Missouri.
ReplyDeleteUh, Ernest. Yes. I really appreci--
WHAT DID YOU DO WITH KNATOLEE, YOU BASTARD?!?! RaNSoM WoN't WOrK WItH mE!!!!!!
DON'T EVEN THINK OF MAKING ME CALL GORDINI! HE SHARPENS HIS KNIVES AND LISTENS TO TH' VOICES IN HIS HEAD EVERY DAY!
Don't make me, Ernest. That would not be a Good Thing.
But you can keep reading. You'll love my next post.
(smiley face)
HAHAHAHAH! You kill me. Just don't do it literally! :)
ReplyDeleteIt's okay, it's okay, I've silenced Ernest and everything is back to normal. Sssssh, voices in my head, ssssssh!!!
Evil Gordini is really Good Gordini -- we both know that!
ReplyDeleteBut really, no striped ties. Really.