I'm trying out something new with the comments. Let me know how you do or do not like it. Preferably in the comments. If you prefer not to use the comments, I'm checking my office window every 7 minutes for smoke signals. I try to be accommodating.
I'm very proud to have written 1 of the top 5 most popular posts on my blog. See below, and to the right-ish.
Should I move to WordPress? Would you move with me? 'Cause my boat's only in it if yours is. Blogger took a two day nap last week and lost some comments and stuff, so I'm finally considering it. Either that, or Knox McCoy, Scott Moore and I are going on strike. I think we're the only ones left on Blogger. Does that make us old?
Does Blogger make my butt look big?
You really shouldn't be looking at my butt.
Weirdo.
If someone told me to jump off a cliff, I probably wouldn't. Unless it was a very short cliff. Like a curb or something. I knew a guy named Cliff, but he wasn't short.
So that guy who was driving so slow in front of you on the highway this morning on your way to work? Yeah, that was me. Sorry about that.
If they're ever handing out energy drinks at work, don't have any. Once you start, you can't stop. Or type. I've had 4 this afternoooooooooon.
So that guy who was driving like a maniac and blew past you on the highway this afternoon on your way home from work? Yeah, that was me. Sorry about that.
If you've read this far, you might as well say something in the comments. I mean, you're not working anyway, right? Make it related to something in the post, or possibly pancakes. Your choice.
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