The Real World: Blogosphere

So I suppose we ought to make at least one worthwhile post before the night is up. So, in the absence of anything within or without to make commentary from, I will post a poem.

There once was a fly and an axe on a log.
Said the fly: "Good sir, my rear end is quite clogged."
Said the axe to the fly: "You look like a dog."
Said the fly to the axe: "Good sir, you must be mistaken!
There is a wrong turn that you must have taken!"
Said the axe: "But madam, you have hair all over!
If I didn't know better, I'd call you range rover!"
"Range Rover?! You said I look like a dog!"
"Now that I think about it, you look like a frog."
"I do believe that I'll just fly away."
"It was nice meeting you madam, and have a nice day."

And there you go. Instant worthwhile.

Actually, I suppose I should do a brief self-description.

I'm Patrick. I'm insecure. I too think too much.

And on the topic of coming up with something to talk about...

Religion. Is it necessary? Forget the good of the world, this is about you. There, you have your topic. Elaborate, Explain, and Explore.

Or you could go with each other's genitals. Either way works.

Anyway, I'm off to ritters. I'd expect that this won't be my last post tonight, though, so fear not.