Cheeeeeeeeeeese
She sends a box of the cheesiest, most magnificent, questionably radioactive macaroni and cheese 1,100 miles, even though I could buy the exact same product less than one mile from my apartment, because she knows how much I love a good bowl of this saucy, creamy deliciousness.
Mom is so good.
I (along with every other blogger on planet earth) am privy to a bombardment of comments from spammers across the land. These range from quick snippets to “Check out my nifty blog!” all the way to “Click here for penis enlargement!!!!!” <–was it weird that I just wrote that?
These comments are usually accompanied by a website that will surely lead me to a neatly laid out contract to sign away my current computer and all future computers to a whole host of nineteen-eyed viruses. I swiftly delete these spamoids as soon as I receive them because, well, why not? Don’t really need them sitting around, now do I?
To the point: this evening as I was checking out my Dashboard I came across three comments from a gentlefellow called Hotshot Bald Cop, who had three interesting things to say to me:
Well, right back at you, good sir! But, for now, I shall deposit thee in the trash.
A Broad At Home 