It's safe to say that I have been anxiously awaiting an invitation to join this mythical and revered group of bloggers. After mainly sleepless nights checking my inbox over and over for that coveted email, I had begun to slip into despair. I stopped eating, reading, peri-care, I was a wreck. My parents were even openly ridiculing me at family events and calling me "the stupid one" and "the mistake". But on this glorious night I feel as one reborn. I have received the invitation, the golden ticket that will allow me into the clandestine land of chocolate rivers, oompa loompas, and snozzberries. This is better than the time my name appeared, albeit mistakenly, in the Barometer as one of the lucky men invited to the Alpha Gamma Delta barn dance.
Some of you may question what I have to bring to the group, thinking that all I do is stare lustily into mouths all day and that teeth consume my every waking thought. All that I can say is that just as there was more to our friend JC than hammering nails into boards and cutting a sweet dove tail joint, I'm more than a fluoride pushing, amalgam packing robot. Keep it real people.
2 comments:
The champagne bottle has been broken upon the bow of your metaphorical ship. The maiden voyage was intriguing and humorous. Let the inspired words flow like beer and wine.
Dear Molar Boy~
Keep your fluoride to yourself, skank! We all know the only reason you joined this bastion of bookdom is to push the Man's dental hygiene agenda down our rotting gullets, and I for one am not going to take it.
My teeth are protected by a healthy layer of calculus, not to mention my many weapons, so beware or be bitch-slapped!
H.R. Huffandpuff
p.s. that was a really funny post.
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