Um. I do not see the bunch of souls who are going to be participating in my 24-hour Danielson Famile song-a-thon. Are you here, bunch of souls? Are you here and sleeping? Are you here and sleeping and should I wake you up with a swift kick in the left knee with my right foot?
I will give a whopping one and three-quarters points to whoever participates with me in the song-a-thon. That's right: One and three-quarters points. Please.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
