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How to write a catchy & popular blog...
There is a definite art to writing a popular blog. Seek your audience. Politics and religion can only carry you so far. Find a topic that hits home and brings something to your blog that everyone can comment on. Menopause for example. Both men and woman are affected by this medical phenomenon/phenomena. Leave out opinion and state hard medical facts. You know, something that cannot be disputed. Then wait and see how quickly your blog grows...
How to write a catchy & popular blog.
How to write a catchy & popular blog.
3 bikers and an old man
An elderly man was eating breakfast at a truck stop when some bikers stormed in, obviously all revved up. They’d been riding all day, and now, thoroughly energized, it was time for them to have a little fun and engage in their favorite pastime: brawling.
The three bikers slowly approached the old man sitting alone in his booth. He was the perfect target; he had no one to defend him, and even if he tried to stand up for himself, the bikers were each at least twice his size.
The three thugs loomed over the man’s table and stared at him. They wanted to intimidate him as much as possible. The first biker put out a cigarette in the elderly man’s eggs and sat down next to him in his booth.
The next biker picked up a nearly full glass of milk the old man was drinking and put it to his lips. He spit directly in the man’s drink, and casually took a seat at a nearby table, smirking at what he had just done.
The third and final biker picked up the entire plate of food the old man was eating and dumped it onto the ground. He laughed loudly and then sat down directly across from the old man, who was now, understandably, looking worried.
The old man looked at each of the three thugs who just ruined his breakfast and gave a big sigh. There was no use in fighting with them. He didn’t want trouble, and so he silently paid for his breakfast and left the diner.
The bikers all grinned as they watched the old man slowly make his way out of the diner and walk slowly toward the parking lot. One of the them turned to the waitress and sneered, “I guess he’s not much of a man.” The other two erupted in laughter.
The waitress paused for a moment, looking out the window. Then, she replied, “He doesn’t seem like much of a driver, either. He just hit three motorcycles while backing out.” The bikers all sprang to their feet and watched in horror as the old man sped off while their three bikes were left in pieces!
The three bikers slowly approached the old man sitting alone in his booth. He was the perfect target; he had no one to defend him, and even if he tried to stand up for himself, the bikers were each at least twice his size.
The three thugs loomed over the man’s table and stared at him. They wanted to intimidate him as much as possible. The first biker put out a cigarette in the elderly man’s eggs and sat down next to him in his booth.
The next biker picked up a nearly full glass of milk the old man was drinking and put it to his lips. He spit directly in the man’s drink, and casually took a seat at a nearby table, smirking at what he had just done.
The third and final biker picked up the entire plate of food the old man was eating and dumped it onto the ground. He laughed loudly and then sat down directly across from the old man, who was now, understandably, looking worried.
The old man looked at each of the three thugs who just ruined his breakfast and gave a big sigh. There was no use in fighting with them. He didn’t want trouble, and so he silently paid for his breakfast and left the diner.
The bikers all grinned as they watched the old man slowly make his way out of the diner and walk slowly toward the parking lot. One of the them turned to the waitress and sneered, “I guess he’s not much of a man.” The other two erupted in laughter.
The waitress paused for a moment, looking out the window. Then, she replied, “He doesn’t seem like much of a driver, either. He just hit three motorcycles while backing out.” The bikers all sprang to their feet and watched in horror as the old man sped off while their three bikes were left in pieces!
Maybe Jada should have been slapped...
Will Smith and Jada Pinkett appear at the Oscars ceremony and comedian Chris Rock jokingly comments about Jada's hair loss. Will walks up to the stage and slaps Chris and shouts obscenities.
A joke gone too far? Obviously, there is something deeper than a joke.
While it's been a few weeks since the incident, the repercussions aren't over.
I'm bothered that she had a affair that's been publicized. Maybe Jada should have been slapped...
A joke gone too far? Obviously, there is something deeper than a joke.
While it's been a few weeks since the incident, the repercussions aren't over.
I'm bothered that she had a affair that's been publicized. Maybe Jada should have been slapped...
Today's chuckle...
Scanning some new profiles, I see a woman who claims to have a masters degree states twice on her profile:
"fell free to text me up thank you very much"
Fell free...
"fell free to text me up thank you very much"
Fell free...
My short stories of previous events in my life.
What is standing in a puddle of water with red legs?
Due to a maximum of 4000 letters it comes in parts.
Part one.
It was one of these days, you wake up and don´t really know if you are going through with it.
Pure group pressure makes you slowly, very slowly crawl out of the bed and attack the alarm clock.
Why oh why did I promise to go on this trip!
After a breakfast consisting of some orange juice and a Danish left over from yesterday the packing started.
15 minutes later all ready to go standing in the rain 4 am an early April morning
45 wet minutes later my friends show up. “where the hell have you been” I shouted.
“Oh well, it was this old man with a hat who was in front of us” said Jimmy, the instigator of this trip.
Peter the third member of the ragged group had his head entangled in the seatbelt sleeping deeply.
Probably because of the slow motion.
After tossing my stuff in the already full trunk we got on our merry way.
Now when the hat man was out of the way we manage to pick up time and a lot of bugs and one poor bird.
8 hours and a few piss stops later we where in the country of my breakfast.
Back then you had to take a ferry and also go through customs.
This always created debate with customs officers if it was illegal to bring in several thousands of fly babies.
The look on people’s faces when they searched our stuff and found the maggots was always hilarious.
With a reprimand consisting of “Never do this again” of we went in search of the endangered species that we had travelled so far to find.
After some island jumping finally we reached our first target.
Standing at the shore we gazed upon the small island out in the bay about 200 meters offshore, realising that a boat would have been good to bring along.
Lucky enough we had a chart and it stated that the depth was not great.
So burdened down, we stumbled our way across the shallows, tripping now and then on the algae covered stones.
What 20 minutes of icy water does to you lower extremities any one can figure out.
“Now what” I said. “We have to go to the other side of the island, that´s where the ponds are” said Jimmy.
“You go first” he said looking kind of mysterious.
Not thinking much about it I was happily strutting away picking up body heat and having my face buried in the map.
A short distance in to the pretty dense woods I hear a very heavy sigh to my right.
I don´t know who was most surprised me or the Buffalo.
Staring at each other from 2 meters away for what felt like an eternity.
I managed not to bow my head in respect and slowly retreated.
My friends for some reason had abandoned their stuff and was trying to break the land speed record getting back to the shore.
After catching up I put on my fearsome face and asked Jimmy what was going on.
He had failed to inform us upon the fact that this island was a game reserve and they had brought a heard of Buffalos in the late 1800s to this island.
Causing it to be sparsely visited.
Due to a maximum of 4000 letters it comes in parts.
Part one.
It was one of these days, you wake up and don´t really know if you are going through with it.
Pure group pressure makes you slowly, very slowly crawl out of the bed and attack the alarm clock.
Why oh why did I promise to go on this trip!
After a breakfast consisting of some orange juice and a Danish left over from yesterday the packing started.
15 minutes later all ready to go standing in the rain 4 am an early April morning
45 wet minutes later my friends show up. “where the hell have you been” I shouted.
“Oh well, it was this old man with a hat who was in front of us” said Jimmy, the instigator of this trip.
Peter the third member of the ragged group had his head entangled in the seatbelt sleeping deeply.
Probably because of the slow motion.
After tossing my stuff in the already full trunk we got on our merry way.
Now when the hat man was out of the way we manage to pick up time and a lot of bugs and one poor bird.
8 hours and a few piss stops later we where in the country of my breakfast.
Back then you had to take a ferry and also go through customs.
This always created debate with customs officers if it was illegal to bring in several thousands of fly babies.
The look on people’s faces when they searched our stuff and found the maggots was always hilarious.
With a reprimand consisting of “Never do this again” of we went in search of the endangered species that we had travelled so far to find.
After some island jumping finally we reached our first target.
Standing at the shore we gazed upon the small island out in the bay about 200 meters offshore, realising that a boat would have been good to bring along.
Lucky enough we had a chart and it stated that the depth was not great.
So burdened down, we stumbled our way across the shallows, tripping now and then on the algae covered stones.
What 20 minutes of icy water does to you lower extremities any one can figure out.
“Now what” I said. “We have to go to the other side of the island, that´s where the ponds are” said Jimmy.
“You go first” he said looking kind of mysterious.
Not thinking much about it I was happily strutting away picking up body heat and having my face buried in the map.
A short distance in to the pretty dense woods I hear a very heavy sigh to my right.
I don´t know who was most surprised me or the Buffalo.
Staring at each other from 2 meters away for what felt like an eternity.
I managed not to bow my head in respect and slowly retreated.
My friends for some reason had abandoned their stuff and was trying to break the land speed record getting back to the shore.
After catching up I put on my fearsome face and asked Jimmy what was going on.
He had failed to inform us upon the fact that this island was a game reserve and they had brought a heard of Buffalos in the late 1800s to this island.
Causing it to be sparsely visited.
He ain't heavy...
He ain't heavy... He's only blubber.
I should have teamed up with Al Yankovic doing parodies.
For years my band mates would intentionally use the wrong lyrics, just for fun!
This video credits Elton John for piano.
I need to research that as I didn't know he was in The Hollies.
I know Graham Nash was in The Hollies, but I believe he joined the group later on.
More music research.
I should have teamed up with Al Yankovic doing parodies.
For years my band mates would intentionally use the wrong lyrics, just for fun!
This video credits Elton John for piano.
I need to research that as I didn't know he was in The Hollies.
I know Graham Nash was in The Hollies, but I believe he joined the group later on.
More music research.
Who is John Galt?
In an idyllic world conformity is priceless.
But wait a minute, really?
Meaning expressing your sentiments that's rather different isn't permitted?
Behold, we're now headed to an irreversible world, says the Master.
Being human, being an individual, being different will soon a thing of the past.
I hold my breath.
"In yet another warning against artificial intelligence, Elon Musk said that AI is likely to overtake humans in the next five years. He said that artificial intelligence will be vastly smarter than humans and would overtake the human race by 2025.Jul 29, 2020"
HE'S MY NEW HERO
But wait a minute, really?
Meaning expressing your sentiments that's rather different isn't permitted?
Behold, we're now headed to an irreversible world, says the Master.
Being human, being an individual, being different will soon a thing of the past.
I hold my breath.
"In yet another warning against artificial intelligence, Elon Musk said that AI is likely to overtake humans in the next five years. He said that artificial intelligence will be vastly smarter than humans and would overtake the human race by 2025.Jul 29, 2020"
HE'S MY NEW HERO
Finally: Peter Doocy And Jen Psaki Announce Their Engagement
WASHINGTON, D.C.—After over a year of courtship, Fox News correspondent Peter Doocy and White House Press Secretary Jen Psaki have announced they are finally tying the knot.
"Um, on a personal note, I would like to announce that I will soon be stepping down to marry Peter Doocy," said Psaki at the end of a recent press conference. "I believe, and the President agrees, that this is the best course of action for me at this point in time."
Doocy then jumped up from his seat in the press pool and then did a fist pump before aggressively questioning the Press Secretary. "Excuse me," he said, "don't you think it's a little hypocritical to host a lavish wedding ceremony to me in D.C. when so many people are struggling? And don't you think it's a conflict of interest to marry someone in the press?"
"No further questions," said Psaki with a twinkle in her eye and a shy smile before exiting the stage.
"Ugh, finally," said CNN correspondent Kaitlan Collins. "The crackling tension whenever those two were in the room together was overpowering. It makes it really hard for the rest of us to do our jobs when those two are bickering so adorably and making eyes at each other constantly. Get a room, you two! Also, Congratulations."
Doocy and Psaki will host a lavish wedding in the nation's capital, where all VIPs on the Left and the Right except for Lauren Boebert will be invited to attend.
"Um, on a personal note, I would like to announce that I will soon be stepping down to marry Peter Doocy," said Psaki at the end of a recent press conference. "I believe, and the President agrees, that this is the best course of action for me at this point in time."
Doocy then jumped up from his seat in the press pool and then did a fist pump before aggressively questioning the Press Secretary. "Excuse me," he said, "don't you think it's a little hypocritical to host a lavish wedding ceremony to me in D.C. when so many people are struggling? And don't you think it's a conflict of interest to marry someone in the press?"
"No further questions," said Psaki with a twinkle in her eye and a shy smile before exiting the stage.
"Ugh, finally," said CNN correspondent Kaitlan Collins. "The crackling tension whenever those two were in the room together was overpowering. It makes it really hard for the rest of us to do our jobs when those two are bickering so adorably and making eyes at each other constantly. Get a room, you two! Also, Congratulations."
Doocy and Psaki will host a lavish wedding in the nation's capital, where all VIPs on the Left and the Right except for Lauren Boebert will be invited to attend.
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