This blog will make you chuckle as much as (but probably not more than) you did when you first saw Deliverance as a young boy of ten years old. In addition, I write about pubes.
I was a teacher for many, many years, but then I quit. Now my main source of income comes from money that my parents put into my birthday cards.
Actually, I thought of the blog title first, and I liked it so much that I needed some reason to use it. Now I hate the title, but I love blogging. I think God put that title in my head. Or the devil. Crazy.
But wait – are you referring to the “123 I Love You” title? If so, there’s your answer. If, on the other hand, you’re asking about why my blog address is iamgettingfat.blogspot.com, the answer is because I am getting really fat.
Two one-billionths of one billion years. And then some.
It really depends on what the post is about. I once posted about nothing but potato soup for two months, and that didn’t seem to go over very well. On the other hand, if I write about a situation in which my dignity or well-being is sacrificed in some spectacular way, that seems to brighten people’s days.
No income. And I humbly thank you for bringing that up.
Please see above for the second part of this question.
- People who were adopted by families of black sharecroppers living in the foothills of Alabama in the mid-to-late 1930s.
- People interested in Sharia law.
- Mutes
On average, about an hour.
Because, with most of the drama predicated on homosexual panic, it plays like the reactionary inverse of Blake Edwards’s Victor/Victoria: it’s a story about sex roles that upholds and solidifies strict polarities, styled as safe situation comedy rather than Edwards’s rousing, vulgar farce.
(Actually, I just copied a film review of “Tootsie” for this one. I’m surprised that you read the whole thing.)
Just don’t give up on your dreams guys. You can do it.
Maybe, if you work really hard at it, one day some high school student on his lunch break will anonymously leave a comment on your post indicating that you made him perform a “LOL.” Or he might call you a “looser” (sic). It really depends on how he’s feeling on that particular day.
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