First off, oh my gosh I haven't written a post since last year. Heh.
Second off, who the hell is Billy McCready?
Thirdly off, I hope all my dedicated readers were eaten alive by bugs so that I can continue my blog (god blogs are gay) in peace, and maybe show it off to a couple new faces.
Fourthly, did you see that fancy transition from -offs to -ly's?
Fifthly, should this post just be a numbered list, because I've forgotten what I was going to write about?
Sixthly (sixthly?), no that's stupid.
Let's get down to business (to defeat the Huns). Billy McCready. What a gentle lad. He never knew the evils of anger or thermo-nuclear double-tonic quasi-moto system shock 2 hand grenades. As everyone should know, thermo-nuclear double-tonic quasi-moto system shock 2 hand grenades are the main reason that Princeton lost the election to become a Country-University (the first of its kind, I'll have you know), but that's a story for another day.
The reason I would like to talk to you about Mr. McCready is simple. He will one day blow up the White House (Aw naw, dawg, it da blak house naw!). Fear not, the building will be mostly empty, just a couple guys who shouldn't be there (they were trying to steal Nixon's Potion of Invincibility, rumoured to have been left behind after he sought better accommodations on Reagans star cruiser).
So here is the morale of my post: don't start writing if you have no idea what you're going to write about.
And if you didn't like this post, I can take it. You'll point out where it was lacking, and I will politely reply "Yeah well, go fuck yourself."
