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"Worst readers ever" ComicBook Guy
I am quite disappointed, either I am so uninteresting that there are no comments or I have no readers. This begs the question, why should I continue? I mean, if my blog is not enjoyable, just say...oh wait...there are never any comments...sigh. I could really argue myself in any direction here.
Well I am going to post the pics I found on my sister's computer anyways. I suppose that it was rather obvious from my last blog that I wanted to. Marketing students would be annoyed with me, ignoring my demographics wishes (Unvoiced wishes).
This evil troll, seen here plotting or praying, was seen at the York youth hostel. This is either just before or just after she ate a whole slab of lemon fudge.
Some may recall the earlier blogs, with me complaining of the heights climbed to cathedral tops in Durham and York. Well just look at the space I had to climb in. I can barely fit and people had to go up and down at the same time...tsk...bloody Normans, learn how to build a church (AWW I just made you learn history). 
Here is a funny story, nothing to do with the pic, but the religious theme reminded me. I found out the other day just what faith I was growing up. I had no idea, as for that last few years have identified myself as a former anglican...turns out I was United Baptist...go figure. And look here, obviously now I am Jewish. No in fact to enter the Jewish church in Praha you had to wear these. I still have mine, I wear it once in awhile, alone in my room, and pretend :) (I am kidding Grammy Betty, sheesh).
It took Andrew I don't know how long to decide what pose comrade Lenin would prefer him to take...and what did he go with? constipated? I cannot tell, free drinks to whoever can accurately describe his look here.
Oh look, jolly old England. I can see why no one ever visits. No it is not always like this, it is snowing right now...and at the same time the flowers are blooming...weird eh. I wasn't around for when or where this pic was taken. But I know that my brother will enjoy seeing just how miserable my sister is here.
...well...Well...WELL. This certinly explains much. How thick all my siblings are for instance. Their total lack of physical abilities. I must have been lucky that my genetics overcame the obvious attempts at permanent damage my parents are seen here inflicting on my nieces.
That is it I suppose. Next time I will put up Italy pics...though I do not see why, I have no readers...sigh. I am going to go drink another bottle of wine.
Clicking off,
A B
posted by Alan @ 1:24 PM
9 Comments:
Dear Readers of Alan's Blog,
Firstly, prepare for a shock as this piece of writing will contain no erros, whether spelling, punctuation, syntax or grammar-related.
Secondly, if you ever travel to York with Alan and Andrew, do not go back to your accommodation without them. They will show up with six pounds for the price of five (and no, this is not referring to pounds sterling but to actual weight) pounds of fudge. They will both think this is a great idea and that you should be thrilled with it. They will be particularly excited about the fact that they managed to get some lemon meringue fudge. If you have not had this delicacy before, then I still have this same pound of fudge sitting in my cupboard - you are welcome to it.
Stacy
p.s. a pound of lemon meringue fudge if you can spot the error.
Stacy
Alan,
I am a loyal fan of your blog page and read every entry eagerly, or atleast I did until you started slacking off and posting entries haphazardly.
Cheers,
:)
p.s. It is most unfortunate that I am not better at grammar as a pound of lemon fudge sounds wonderful. Ah well.
:)
Yeah, send some of that Fudge over to Newfieland! Sounds pretty good! Or at least send out the recipe for it! Haha.
I would also like to point out how sexy my mother looks in that picture - nice swell to the chest, good arm extension, firm neckline - in all, a fine filly.
A B
...Well, what an interesting comment above. One which I, the real A B (Proof? let us see, I can name who was in the car with me when I 'ran over' a woman). In fact I know none of my friends would talk so of my mother, as they have more deceny. And as I just rang and asked Andrew whether she wrote it, to which he replied she did, we can all know that it was in fact my sister, StacEy. Perhaps she should grow up and not falsely identify herself as people...perhaps.
Alan Bruce Gillis (The real A B)
Firstly, prepare for a shock as this piece of writing will contain no erros, whether spelling, punctuation, syntax or grammar-related.
Error is erros not errors
Congratulation!!! You have won a pound of lemon meringue fudge. Let me know your address and it will wing its way to you.
Stacy
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