You have a point, Shelby. Starting tomorrow I'm shifting the focus of this blog from "All Jowen, All The Time" to "Jowen and Shelby". But I won't write about your picture or your purported hotness -- no, I will write about your mind.
For that is what separates you from all the other people online who may or may not be dudes using suspiciously hot profile pics, Shelby. And that is why I love you, Shelby. Your mind.
I curse the lack of threaded comments on blogger, because I really wanted to make a witty comment about "putting pictures onloine". Perhaps something like "Richard's got plenty of room there for pictures" or "I wonder how you would attach them".
Vikram has only brought up the topic of my wang once in a long time; the rest of the hubbub around it stems from the monster he created, but let's not punish the father for the crimes of the son. I myself blame society.
And to Mr. Fake VG, reveal thyself! Do you bite your thumb at me?
15 comments:
The post about me was way better. You should have more of those.
I'm just bitter that it totally usurped my WWTW this week.
You should do a "Too Hot For WWTW" where you talk about what you do and don't masturbate to. I bet you'd get at least 15 comments.
--VG
Richard will only get that many comments if he magically morphs into a skinny white chick and puts pictures onloine.
Online.
You have a point, Shelby. Starting tomorrow I'm shifting the focus of this blog from "All Jowen, All The Time" to "Jowen and Shelby". But I won't write about your picture or your purported hotness -- no, I will write about your mind.
For that is what separates you from all the other people online who may or may not be dudes using suspiciously hot profile pics, Shelby. And that is why I love you, Shelby. Your mind.
That's what I love.
And Vikram, stop obsessing over my cock.
But why? It spreads joy.
--VG
See what I inspire? I love you too, Dickolas, but only for your body.
Hey, who the hell's pretending to be me? Here I was thinking this system of identification was fool proof.
--VG
I feel so violated.
--VG
It spreads joy, but it also spreads venereal disease. Competitive foosball drug testing can reveal all sorts of things these days.
I curse the lack of threaded comments on blogger, because I really wanted to make a witty comment about "putting pictures onloine". Perhaps something like "Richard's got plenty of room there for pictures" or "I wonder how you would attach them".
But now I just seem like a Johnny-come-lately.
I suppose an apology is in order:
Vikram has only brought up the topic of my wang once in a long time; the rest of the hubbub around it stems from the monster he created, but let's not punish the father for the crimes of the son. I myself blame society.
And to Mr. Fake VG, reveal thyself! Do you bite your thumb at me?
And Adam, stop obsessing over my cock.
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