I put that title up because no one freaking reads this blog as far as I know so I'm basically talking to myself here. I could shout about the many, many ways in which barnacle porn is the new hot fetish in SF or how a hippo once saved a sea captain during a terrible storm, and no one would know about it. Because I'm essentially invisible here. So therefore I'm declaring that Moose nipples are not actual nipples but actually a new candy that tastes like Batman eating a hot fudge sundae at the county fair because no one is here to stop me!!! MMMMUUUUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA!!!!!!
For anyone that IS reading this, ........well hi.
awkward silence
I don't really have a clever witty way to end this post sadly. But do I really have to be clever to just myself? I mean, I know that I'm legit cray cray, but does amusing only myself push me further in Crazy-town? Wait, is there a place called Crazy-town? Do they have mini golf or skee ball there? Is it called crazy because of the town or because of the people there? How's the Wi-Fi? Wonder if there are pibbles there that need a good home.......... I guess we’ll never know.
Moose nipples.