Okay, everyone! Stop blogging! I mean it. Stop! Don’t type anymore. I will be out of town making a dog run to a shelter in New Jersey and I won’t be able to read your stuff until I get back. And I don’t have time to read three days worth of your stories, complaints and lies.
I’ll be back on Thursday morning. You can start again on Wednesday, if you like, but not before.
Do what I say, now. Don’t make me take off my belt. When I do my pants fall down and you don’t want that. By the way, do you know where I can get a good pair of suspenders?
See y’all later.
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