After seeing Tim's post on my facebook for my birthday, I have decided to announce a competition. He or she who posts the best thing on my wall that is even slightly related to my day of birth wins. I will come up with a prize later. So far time is winning. I will extend this competition through august 24th because I know a bunch of you don't read this every day because you have "things to do" and "a life outside of sitting on the computer all day." So if I get a birthday post on like august 22nd I will assume you have read this and count you into the competition.
Best will be determined subjectively by me at a time of my choosing. No criteria will be announced, but "best" will be completely decided by me. The name is this competition is called "BEST." good luck to you all.
write on my facebook
make it really freaking good
you will win a prize
no real punch line there. Just an explanatory haiku for those of you who just read the haiku. Even though if you only read the haiku then you're probably not reading this. Will you just read the rest of the blog for goodness sake? (I typed "for god's sake" and then realized that it sounded like I thought you were doing god a favor by reading this blog. Actually I like for God's sake better. but maybe more like this: Will you just read the rest of the blog for G-d's sake? Ya. thats better) You're already on the site. Clearly you care a little bit or can't figure out how to change your home page because I struck a deal with safari and all their new users get this as their homepage. Ok, obviously that's a lie but just read the freaking blog. It's kinda funny sometimes, and the rest of the time you just get to read poorly written sentences that are vaguely skateboarding related or are about inside jokes that you probably don't get. Taco pizza. The method of your payment will be dearly. I'm gonna come and eat your cornbread too. I am so freakin done. Frog arms. That last one wasn't even an inside joke. I just made that up completely, but you probably thought it was a real thing. Maybe someday someone will read this and laugh at frog arms because they have a joke with someone about frog arms. who knows? not me. See Anna? This is what I do with my time. lay in my bed and write nonsense into the internet. I lead a fulfilling life. I hate myself.
They call me that guy in the wolf shirt.
Best will be determined subjectively by me at a time of my choosing. No criteria will be announced, but "best" will be completely decided by me. The name is this competition is called "BEST." good luck to you all.
write on my facebook
make it really freaking good
you will win a prize
no real punch line there. Just an explanatory haiku for those of you who just read the haiku. Even though if you only read the haiku then you're probably not reading this. Will you just read the rest of the blog for goodness sake? (I typed "for god's sake" and then realized that it sounded like I thought you were doing god a favor by reading this blog. Actually I like for God's sake better. but maybe more like this: Will you just read the rest of the blog for G-d's sake? Ya. thats better) You're already on the site. Clearly you care a little bit or can't figure out how to change your home page because I struck a deal with safari and all their new users get this as their homepage. Ok, obviously that's a lie but just read the freaking blog. It's kinda funny sometimes, and the rest of the time you just get to read poorly written sentences that are vaguely skateboarding related or are about inside jokes that you probably don't get. Taco pizza. The method of your payment will be dearly. I'm gonna come and eat your cornbread too. I am so freakin done. Frog arms. That last one wasn't even an inside joke. I just made that up completely, but you probably thought it was a real thing. Maybe someday someone will read this and laugh at frog arms because they have a joke with someone about frog arms. who knows? not me. See Anna? This is what I do with my time. lay in my bed and write nonsense into the internet. I lead a fulfilling life. I hate myself.
They call me that guy in the wolf shirt.
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