Okay, I get the idea, I think. Talking hands = comments. Check. Toes and theoretical physics = no comments. Check. Lesson learned. Blog posts must refer to the upper extremities only.
I have posted before about my dog. He even played a supporting role in the saga of the next-door crack-whore. He’s a great dog, even though he doesn’t have issues so much as he has a subscription.
So it was that we have decided to bring him with us into the 21st century. My wife and I are hoping that he will be at the forefront of the new canine revolution.
If you get a moment, please gaze with wonder upon my dog’s MySpace page.
Yes, he may be insecure. He thinks that there is no problem that can’t be solved by throwing a ball at it, and he’s convinced that if it’s on the counter and in a wrapper, then it must be edible. But he’s got a webpage, and thus is now cool, “with it,” and other vague euphemisms for being at the forefront of social engineering. If you have a page yourself in the MySpace tar pits, please feel free to add him. He’ll most likely get more friends than I ever had.
Oh, and ladies: he’s single, but not available. Rather, he’s not really interested, if you get my meaning.
UPDATE: It just struck me that, this being April 1 and all, that you might take this to be a prank and not follow the link. It’s for real, I promise.
Humor-blogs.com doesn’t need a MySpace page.
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