Apparently some of you aren't exactly "Team players." I know, I know, I should be flattered you even bother stopping by (and believe me, I am!), but you could, hypothetically, participate in the many festitivites I've gathered for your amusement. I've got polls, I've got a chatterbox, I've even got new fonts colors. That I rarely use. Beside the point, I say! It won't hurt you. They won't bite. Or will they...? Only one way to find out.
Heh, you're fine with whatever you want to do. I post on most every blog entry I read because I'd like the same to be done for me. Most of you don't have blogs, so obviously I can't pry into your innermost thoughts and secrets. Of course, you could make some. If you so desired. Or maybe you all have them, but just don't tell me. You're crafty you anonymous reader you. I'll have to look over my internet shoulder all day tomorrow. How you ask? Penguins. Lazer guided Penguins. Let's leave it at that.
So... the title also serves to bring up something I encountered in WordRacer yesterday. Now, those who have played well know that the dictionary makes up words. Play it and see. Words that you can't even imagine are real. And words that should be real aren't. It plays games, does the dictionary. But the biggest surprise was "Deers." Apparently it's an acronym. It still makes baby Jesus cry. Ah well.
My typing is too loud. Time to go. Big day tomorrow, more then! Do happy, make happy, be happy!
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