At gunpoint

Tuesday, February 13, 2007 2:19 AM

~Hey,
I normally don't post on these things but I have to now. She literally has an imaginary gun to my head 5 states away . *sigh* I'm scared for my life. I don't know what to write, so I'll write this.
There once was a man from Nentucket,
He got his foot stuck in a bucket,
He pulled and he pried,
He tried and he tried,
He finally said "Oh just... OW MY LEG!"
I really have no idea what to write. OH!! Can I have a stalker? I've always wanted one. I'll take care of it. Walk it. Feed it. Even give a place to sleep at the foot of my bed. Please? Pretty please?
Wow, ok. This is what you get when you force me to write a blog. People are going to look at this and say,
"There goes Steve. He was sane once. But then he wrote that blog."
Time to sign off and enjoy the comments. Oh I wonder what they will say. Perhaps they will tell me a way to keep the voices quiet, but I doubt it.

-Steve-

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