The hard-thinking blogger
Long day, had to work, brain tired, hard to think. Holy caped-crusaders, Batty Man, what’s a super blogger to do? Don’t ask me, I ain’t no superblogger, but I am mighty tired. I want to sit down and blast out something so funny, you’ll split a gut. But then, you would have to go to the hospital to get sewn up, and it’s late. The self-service aisle would be the only one open. Take a needle and some 5.0 silk and suture self. Then go sit on a hot stove. Why? Well, so you can have two ass-burn, call... Sign in to see full entry.