How strange that you, of all of us, would prove to be the most hopeful.

Before we move on to Part II of my new status as a Person of Super, we must cede the floor momentarily. As you know, Blood and Thunder is an enthusiastic supporter of Blogs for the Blogless, and welcomes the opportunity to seat commenters sit in the big chair. Obviously, we’re equal opportunity.

Ladies and gentlemen: missunderstood.

Bondgirl hot. She hit it from the back. Snoop aint got shit on me. He a poser, he and David beckam. Soccar is for pussies. Snoop don’t really hang with Beckam. He just bang his wife. That hot, if you want to be my lover you get with my friend. . . YOU KNOW WHAT I AM SAYING.
Ress Grossman is for pussies. He got a broken leg. And he don’t bang bitches. He and Orton pull no pussies. Orton just dances to Kanye by himself and drink wine. Hester sweet. Me and HEster are boyzzzz. He live with me. He my boy.
World Geatest Phootgrapher don’t got shit on me. Where are Bondgril pics? She got big boobs. Bondgirl hot. Vegas is sweet. I aint got no shit on Vegas. Walker say what? Walker say what? That what I thought bitch. Walker ain’t got shit on me. He cant catch nothing but a brick to the head. And 2PAC. 2Pac my boy. He live with me. Before hester. Sugg eff him up though. Sugg a punk. He aint got shit on me. Dre should punch sugg in his fat face.
Yo, yo, yo, B&T? Where you at? You with Bondgril? She hot and got big boobs. Send me a pic. Frank Thomas is good. I watch Sox all the time. Cubs are for pussies. They suck. Where Mark Grace? He sweet. YOU KNOW WHAT I AM SAYING? Yeah, na naw na nawwww. UUUHHH.
Make you say UUUHHH, naw na nawww naawwww. Beyonce hot. P-diddy hit that shit.

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