Saturday, November 03, 2007

I do other things besides write

So I was driving my motorized unicycle through this ritzy neighborhood, and this cellphone-shaped spaceship landed and these zebra aliens got out and challenged me to a race. I won, of course, but I sustained no fewer than thirty-one mortal wounds from the rings of fire and my airbag which has a tendancy to cause hangnails when mean-spirited telekinetic spectators set it off unexpectedly. My prize was a romantic weekend getaway with a balding werewolf woman at Micheal Jackson's 'Neverland Ranch'. It was either that, or 'Dollywood' with a three-eyed Roman gladiator but the Chill don't swing that-a-way.

I have absolutely nothing to blog about. Just felt the irrational urge to update.

Speaking of updating, 'Ancient Dance of the Chill' had 310 visitors last month and zero comments. It don't make no nevermind to me, but like most manly men, I'm strangely aroused by statistics. So. Thought I'd share.

6 Callers:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poor little blogger. Here's a comment for you - lay off the drugs.

03 November, 2007  
Anonymous Froy Dean Shlipp said...

Seek therapy.

03 November, 2007  
Anonymous Randomhelpful Agentofsatan said...

Post pornographic material.

03 November, 2007  
Blogger Chill Daddy said...

Okay. Now that I've had my fun, I've got to run.

Literally.

I plotted this new three-mile course that's all dirt roads and hills.

03 November, 2007  
Blogger Cream said...

You're a sucker for punishment, CD.

03 November, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is Vee....Get back on the blogwagon and build up your fan base, Chill.

06 November, 2007  

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