05 Wednesday Sep 2012
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But believe what I say. One thing I am not capable of doing is telling a fib. My nose grows a big zit with each untruth I utter or write. Once it festers, like the fib itself, the pus oozes in all its ugliness for everyone to see, a disgusting testimony to my unworthiness. Pat Boone would be proud of me.
May this blog be pus free.
Thank you and poot.
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Thank you, Mr WordPress. This is the kind of feedback that will change my life, motivate me to feed and bathe my children, and likely keep me from kicking the cat.
What the heck are all those bumps on your nose?