I’ve gotten over 370 comments marked as spam. Whoa, whoa. Marked As Spam: A Possible Spin-off Blog of Mark As Read, Solely Documenting The Crap Of My Life? No. No one wants to read something like that. I don’t complain about anything particularly ground-breaking. Just school, which is starting in t-minus [checks date by hovering over the clock in the lower right-hand corner] 12 DAYS. Crap. Crap on crap with a side of crap ala crap. Speaking of crap, did John Crapper really invent the toilet? Wikipedia break! But before that, yogurt. Everyone should make a little time out of their busy schedules for the following: … I was going to use bullet points again, but I figure I’ve done that to death. So, let’s try something new. People should make time for the following: yogurt, sexercise, and blog reading. I’d say that’s a pretty fair list. Especially when you combine all three elements together. At the same time. On a Friday afternoon. Skyrockets in flight! WOO! Okay, I think this is getting into inappropriate territory, population: me.
It wasn’t John Crapper– it was Thomas Crapper. And he didn’t even invent the damn toilet. He just helped spread the word.
Yet another purported explanation is that Crapper’s flush toilet advertising was so widespread that “crapper” became a synonym for “toilet” and people simply assumed that he was the inventor.
I guess I was one of those assumers. Assumstresses? Octopus, octopi. English is hard. Harder than … than … I’m having trouble thinking of something hard. Yes, I know, there’s the obvious option, but I’ve already made some PG-13 comments in this blog entry. I don’t want the FDA coming by and striking-through or black-backgrounding anything particularly risque. Blackboards are hard. Unripe bananas. Plywood boards. Pens. Pens can be quite hard. On that note!
So what can we see on television? Sideboobs and butts. But never what’s on the other side of the butts. Unless it’s late at night on Showtime or Cinemax or the Food Network. Gil Meche is looking to end his three-game losing streak today. Be there or be square. I just mentioned Gil Meche in the same paragraph as sideboobs. Yeah. MLB PRESS PASS IS AWESOME.
So, I downloaded about 35 Gil Meche pictures today. Thank you, picsearch.com. Thank you, image.yahoo.com. Thank you, all the rest and the best and especially the breast. He’s got some Brett Tomko-esque ones, that Meche. Like the one on your left. “I’m trapped in a glass case of emotion!” I’m glad Meche is proving that the Royals didn’t flush $55 million down the crapper. Okay, I just added ‘crapper’ into Firefox’s dictionary. I mean, it’s great that they’ve included spell checking in input fields, but I guess it’s just not compatible with all my using words that aren’t “words.” What are words? Baby, don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me. No more. MATT CAIN needs your run support. So donate some today and save a life. Mine.
