Blog…blog…blog… Such a strange word. Just say it… “blog.” Hmmm. There’s just something about the word that is so… gross. Not that I would suggest that a (clears throat) blog is a gross thing. It’s just the word. Yuck
What is a blog, anyways? I’m sure it’s some ungodly hybrid of at least two words. But which ones? I propose that it is the combination of the following words:
Blasphemer +Hog = Blhog
As a historian of sorts, I just love to discover the true meaning of words. You see, Blhog is actually Gaelic for A primal feeling of yearning for one’s own bowl of milk. Though it’s a loose translation, it is clear that the word (stomach churns) ‘blog’ is a direct descendent of the Gaelic form… mystery solved.
I need a moment to discuss something that’s really been bothering me lately… why didn’t Jim just propose??? So what if that jerk-off Andy Bernard stole the show- Jim had a responsibility to Pam and to himself! WHAT?? Is he just going to order another carnival to set up in the parking lot on a beautiful night? Now Pam is going to get pissed and move to Philadelphia for art school and there’s going to be so many mixed emotions like, “what the hell is wrong with Jim?” and, “Maybe he’s gay…he has been spending a lot of time with Oscar lately.” And all these emotions are just going to kill me!!!
Thank you and goodnight
Love,
Jacob Clackamas Daling
