So I picked up a pinecone and smashed its head. Then it died.
This post was just an experiment to see if anyone actually reads the text of our posts.
Oh, if anyone is more into reading than looking, I've started my own opinion-centered blog. It was started mainly in response to a good friend who has a blog with opinions that I wanted to disagree with.
7 comments:
Haha I wondered how you were going to tie the pictures and your story together...
Yeah, I read the text...poor birdie - cute kids and wife.
I read every word you write, you silly boy -- but then, I am your mommy. I probably don't count, since I've always known you were good, clever, and brilliant. And very good at helping Becky make beautiful little girls.
I read it. And that was really messed up. Seriously. Blech.
I read it, too. I always read what you write, even if it makes NO sense whatsoever to me ... because it's funny. This one? Not so funny. More gross and a little sad. However, I shouldn't talk - my dad is the gofer killer. ha. :)
you are one strange boy.
One strange, fantastic, handsome, perfect boy.
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