It occurred to me recently, to question why I’m here. No! I’m not that big a philosopher... I mean what brought me to the stage in my life where I feel I need to bore all you unsuspecting readers with my digital dribble. I know what started it. It was a pink haired Novacastrian, who is wildly wicked and wonderfully witty. But what keeps it coming?
Could it be I’m so full of my own self importance that I feel you all not only have a right, but need my opinions thrust forcedly into your minds, so that you may live a healthy and proper life?
Thinks... Thinks some more...
Maybe...
Or could it be that my reasonably quiet and shy self has been bottling the brown dribble for years and now just has so much of it stored that selling it on Ebay would just flood the market?
Could be that too...
Maybe its release for the stored frustration of years of singledom? Trolling dating sites, bars and numerous strip-clubs. I know, wrong places to look for Mrs. Right, but hell it was loads of fun.
Hmmm... So many choices.
Or maybe, just maybe, I have an over inflated ego, and think that my diatribe can actually help people out there by giving them something amusing to while away 5 minutes of the day. All though the over inflated ego might also explain why I think I have more than 6 readers.
Ok, enough of the sillyness. Its plainly obvious that I have developed a means by which to hypnotise you all into becoming my seemingly willing followers so that together we can take over the world. Each article you read brings this ultimate goal one step closer.
That should stop the republican extremists like Shelley and Tristan from reading our ungodly liberal views.
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