Byte my baud
Things are getting to be a bit stale around here.
so me gonna have ta cook up something different.
We often carry our expectations too far and expect way to much from the people around us.
It seems to me that some of you must be gettin tired of the Monster talk and there be others who didn' like it inna first place. Me can't help that. This be the way Me be spreadin me messege and Me can't be blamed iffin ya don't get it.
Things often have to have a novel appearance before someone makes the effort to take it off the shelf and bring it home. Me likes the way me messege be wrapped; not vert pretty, but clean and presentable.
Me promised you 365 thoughts and we be almost there.
Don't really know what will happen after that.Don't much care.
That's not true, Me wishes me spent more time on the things that counted.
Oh, well, that's what we all say or think at the end, ya?
Get goin!
There's a whole lot of shakin goin on.
Me no got much futher to go on this road.
13 comments:
A Year Passes Like Nothing,Huh.
Never did expect anything from you except your best. And you've never really let me down.
Keep Stompin!
Stompy - me loves your talk.
I think bloggin is like life - it has its great times and times where you'd rather just poke yourself in the eye with a pencil than be as bored as you feel.
Well, those moments pass and there is something new around the corner. We evolve. And so do our blogs.
Keep on stomping stompy poo.
xx
pinks
It's not so much a road, as it is an oval racetrack. And sorry - there IS no exit. We only let you briefly pause for gas-ups and tire changes.
Why am I horrified by the thought that the chef in the picture is contemplating making Sushi out of The Monster?:)
Keep on STOMPIN', Scary. Some days one feels less verbose than on other days, but your words are always relished.
You're not going to leave us are you?
At this point, me would be happy with one good thought. SNAP!
You make it sound like the Gangplank of Blog. Arrrgh, matey.
Me like da Monster Man speak.
Ah, yer a good 'un, Mr. Monster. You don't have to entertain us. Just be.
Oh... Now that I get to know you better, you just tell me???
Reading the others, I realized that you may be bored, but we are many who aren't... ;-)
That pic is creepy as shit. That chef looks like Paul Barer, you know, The Undertaker's manager from professional wrestling.
NYD~ Do me know you?
Pink~ Not bored, just blank. Confused as to how best to keep this place on track.
Pug~ You mean that this is the Hotel California?
Oh,Noooooooo. Sluggo, doooon't!
SJ~ Me didn't think tha chef were particularly frightening. Actually me got quite a giggle from it.
Lambkins~ Who wants to live forever?
Mr. Dyckerson~ Would you appreciate it iffin it bit you on the ass?
Camille~ Arrrrrr. Thar be sharks in the water and me can't wait ta nibble on 'em.
Nessa~ Me like the goldennib writins.
TGF~ Difficult to just be Me, it is. Many things clouding the way, there are.
Searabbit~ You mean you'd like to tango with me?
Doc. Noisewater~ Sorry. No professional wrestling knowlege here. But the breakfast the chef served me took me out in the second round with a move called Montezuma's revenge.
Stomp, skittle, skittle, splat.
wow. been a year already?
holy Shnikies!
here's lookin' forward to year Two!!
B-D
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