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Hello. It's Me. Yes. The grand high exalted one....
BLOGGY BOB!!!!!
Yes. I know. You are simply astonished at my sheer awesomeness. I will give you a moment to bask in my presence while I go and grab some chocolate. I'm a chocoholic, just if you wanted to know this is me when I haven't eaten any chocolate within the last 5 minutes.
Mmmh...Mrrph...Ahhh...Just the right amount of cacao beans...The perfect texture...so smooth...so sweet...decadent...flavorful...absolute perfection in a bar... What? What's wrong with being a chocolate critic? At least I have a life! Unlike someone I know... Hey!!!! Ow!!! You know, you're not supposed to hit people!!! That's really rude. You should have heard my mother, Bloggina Bobine, when I hit my sister when she said chocolate was the worst food ever. I mean come on! She must be mental or something, because I mean what kind of person doesn't like chocolate. Some kinda creepy alien. that's who. And when I told my mom of my findings (which are obviously true) and she wasn't exactly happy. I went into this long speech about chocolate-hating aliens that are here to destroy our species with their anti-chocolate weapons, and how my supposed sister was one. And when I showed her how I had duct-taped her to the bathroom tub, mom went berserk on me. She was all like, "Bloggy Blog Bob The 4th. You are grounded and banned from your blog forever!!!" So I'm using my blog even more just to get on her nerves. I'm sorry, did you just tell me to shut up? OW!!!!!!! He just hit me mommy!!!! OWIE!!! Fine. I'll apologize, even though I'm not sure why. I wasn't talking about you. Sorry. Not.
Muhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaahhahahahahaha!!!!
Peace dudes. And dudettes. And all of you "others," whatever you are.