First- About Myself: I am a person. I am between 6 and 90 years old. I like to do things. And last but not least... I'm really cool. (Now before you start talking to yourselves about how conceited I am, I want you to know, that I have a very sarcastic and often dry sense of humor). So if my humor turns you off at first, I understand. But please don't give up on me, 'cause I'm like a tree planted in a pot, and then placed upon your head... I grow on you. :)
Now you may be wondering to yourself (or to someone else for that matter), what this blog is about. I'll tell you what it's about.
It's about Life.
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It's about Love.
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"LOVE"
And it's about Chooks.
And now you might ask me what all that means. And I'll tell you... some other time of course. :)
It's been good spending time with me. See you next time!
I'm Eddy Blakeston.
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And now you might ask me what all that means. And I'll tell you... some other time of course. :)
It's been good spending time with me. See you next time!
I'm Eddy Blakeston.
Hey Dude! Love your post! I hope to be as cool as you some day. And as funny.
ReplyDeleteHey thanks Bobby! I enjoyed revealing my greatness to the world. Do you have any interests in life, or love or chooks? Cause if you do, I can help. Any time man!
DeleteTo the creep stalker who actually made me shut down my blog temporarily:
ReplyDeleteI lost the original comment that you left on my blog (deleted it eternally, actually) but upon thinking more on your offer, I would love to go out with you.
However, not for coffee. Let's go to some restaurant that specializes in fried chicken.
Since you love chooks, I figured you must love to eat them, too. :)
PS. I live in the South Pole. Can you pay my airfare?
To Natalie,
DeleteDon't worry about losing the comment, I have a copy. I can send it to you.
My feelings have been hurt by your written abuse of the chickens I love. I'll still let you read my blog though.
Do you know Santa? I'm sure he'd give you a ticket.
-I'm Eddy Blakeston
(Wow. This guy really IS conceited.)
ReplyDeleteHowever, that "tree planted in a pot and placed upon your head" analogy has totally won me over. Well put, sir. Very clever indeed.
Welcome to the blogging world, Eddy! I'm looking forward to hearing your views on "life" and "love" and, well...if you MUST to talk about "chooks" you must. Let's keep those posts short and to the point though, shall we? ;)
~Miss March
Thank you... I shall endeavor to satisfy.
Delete-I'm Eddy Blakeston and I approve this message.
*laughs*
DeleteI can think of nothing better to leave here than the immortal words of a Jane Austen character: "Oh, Mr. E., for shame!"
ReplyDeleteThank You Olivia. That really means a lot to me.
Delete-I'm Eddy Blakeston
I can think of nothing better to leave here than the immortal words of a Jane Austen character: "Oh, Mr. E., for shame!"
ReplyDeleteThank You Olivia. That really means a lot to me.
Delete-I'm Eddy Blakeston (still).
It's been good spending time with me. That's funny.
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