I’m a blogger. Sometime this month I’ll have 1000 views.
I’m a blogger. Six gorgeous young babes liked my story about being a tub o’ lard.
I’m a blogger. I’d rather check my stats than eat a candy bar.
I’m a blogger. I’m certain the whole world wants to read about when I shit my pants in the fifth grade.
I’m a blogger. Not everybody can do this. My brain is razor sharp even after years of soft drug usage and not thinking about very much.
I’m a blogger. If I passed away tomorrow, about all I would leave are my blogs.