Hello?
Who’s that over there?
You! Yes, you! Come out of the shadows! Get out from behind that dumpster so I can see your face.
Oh. I see. It’s you… blog.
I thought I told you that I didn’t want you hanging all over me, snooping and prying, and regurgitating every passing thought I have to the internet.
What?
I don’t care that the internet has promised to love you forever you stinking cretin! I need my space. You can’t just expect me blog about whatever I just had for lunch.*
What the hell was that? You know damn well what I’m talking about. That little thing. That asterisk. … Don’t just stand there. Speak up! Tell me what that- oh. I know what it was. You just added what I had for lunch as a footnote, didn’t you? Answer me!
Don’t you realize that people don’t want to hear about my boring lunch or what happened to me on the way into work?* * STOP THAT! Stop it this instant or I swear that I will turn this blog over to spammers. Is that what you want?
I bet it is what you want. Their dirty little robots creating post after post after post. Each post the same but at least it’s frequent, eh? You don’t care where it’s coming from or how good it is as long as you get it all the time. I know your type. You disgust me. I’m the boss of what gets written, and I won’t have you sullying yourself with drivel. So no more posting the boring yet mellifluent drivel that pops into my head. * * *
What was that one about? What was it? You tell me right now! I will smack you in the mouth!
Come back here! Don’t you dare go posting more pictures of the cat! eebmore will never let me live it down.
*Healthy Choice Fiesta Chicken with an apple cobbler dessert.
**Cut off by a guy applying clown make-up while driving.
* * *He wants you to think he’s smart because he used “mellifluent” but he had to doublecheck what it meant on dictionary.com first.