Blog Guy, I’m a 12-year-old boy and I’m going camping with my friends next weekend. I could use a gross story to tell around the campfire, and you seem to have a lot of those. Make it REALLY disgusting!
Promotion staffers, I hope you’re ready for the big media event to publicize the junior welterweight match. Remember, we’re talking about the great sport of boxing here, and the match is in Las Vegas, so naturally people expect high class all the way.
I asked you all for something we could reinvent and sell. It should be something at least 2,000 years old, so nobody still has them hanging in their closet from the last time they were in style.
I feel like I’m being followed everywhere by helicopters. Oh, they try to be clever, but I always spot them. Three or four at a time, hovering overhead. Am I being paranoid?
Good news! The designer of The Dress, Kimya Glasgow, has now assured me she did not intend for the creation to be worn in such a revealing manner…
The market is ripe for these. Who wants to light up one cancer stick after another when you can smoke the nicotine equivalent of an all-you-can-eat buffet?
Quick quiz. The secret of this impressive levitation illusion is…
Blog Guy, I’m a young woman who believes global war is coming soon and it will leave the world enshrouded in pendulous clouds of noxious fumes and toxic gases. This pernicious haze will have humans choking in pain and gasping for every breath. I guess you can see where I’m going with this.
Cripes, kid. No matter WHAT somebody is trying to sell, you want to get the female models instead, because that’s real journalism. If you have to include a muffler or handlebar, sometimes that can’t be helped.
Blog Guy, your blog has brought so much joy to our family. We discuss all your new posts around the family dinner table, and reread at the old ones in the evening instead of watching television. We’re so grateful, can we do anything for you?
