What the hell just happened?

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It seems like just a few minutes ago I was trolling through the net, looking for people to annoy, and hey-presto, I found you!

 Now, I didn't mean to create this blog, so don't expect great or informational or even sane posts, for that matter. 

 Just to let you know what this entails, you need to know something about my literary style. 
I have none, not the wit of Wodehouse, not the grace of George Shaw, not the &@£# of Dickens. (Go on, fill in the blank. It says something about your personality.)
I tend to wander from subject to subject much like a brown pantomime horse on drugs. I'm also not known for my analogies. 
I'll try to keep things clean, but I may engage in the occasional use of profanity. For situations that thoroughly deserve them, I'll disguise it through hyphenation. 
That's about it from me. 
Read another one of my posts. I dare you. 

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