“Talk about poo.”
“NO! Everyone talks about poo! That’s when you’ve jumped the shark as a blogger. Christ, Dooce has freakin’ exhausted poo already. There’s nothing more to be said about poo, constipation, gas…”
“Then talk about diddling yourself.”
“I already did…”
“And?”
“I got in trouble. There’ll be no more diddling.”
“Tell that funny story about Vegas!”
*groans*
“Your childhood? Your crazy ex? Your obsession with the 80s?”
“Did it. Never had one. LEAVE THE 80s ALONE.”
“Do a meme.”
“F#CK a bunch of memes.”
“Put up a message saying you’re on hiatus while you ‘re-design’ your site.”
“I hate you.”
“Well, maybe you don’t need to be posting everyday.”
“Wait! B00bies! There’s still more to be said about b00bies!”
“Fine. Be sexist. Talk about your fascination with b00bies. Like poo has been exhausted…”
“Mmmm. B00bies.”
One hour later.
“Did you come up with a funny story about b00bies?”
“Not yet. In the middle of my research your computer crashed. You know, far from me to give advice, but you really should update your virus protection.”
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