Like what? That I can't dance?
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Like what? That I can't dance?
Yup. And everyone's names. And Witt's near death experience. And that I'm a thread killer. And that you are the only one that consistently acknowledges my presence. And Twitter handles!
YOU ARE REAL! I'm 78% sure of it.
You even give me generous stats.
Thank ye, sir.
I'll give you an even 80% after seeing the blog that has existed for a few years.
It's all part of my master plan to make the world believe I'm real.
I TOTALLY don't use ghost writers or create fake accounts to follow my own blog and leave comments. Nope. Not me.
Sorry, Scoob. I've been on an election season and all that it implies in the realm of ridiculosity inspired comparison of Carnies and Circus folk to the Media and the Candidates. I'm afraid I have gone too far though, as my Wife no longer laughs, My son feeds off of my Wife's disapproval, and my Daughter already thinks I'm nuts. I just wanted to give you a really Daxx worthy ban to welcome you back. So ban to you.
Good morning people. banned.
Banning with only two hours of sleep can be dangerous. I'm a risk taker though, so I'm going for it. Banned with droopy eyes.
Banned because sleep became way easier with medication.