Now bookmark this link, and follow along as I help this self-described fat loser find love and happiness! Cheer me on as I battle the haters and protect the hamster from their evil self-defeating mindsets! You can even JOIN IN and help me steer the outcome of this bold experiment toward success and ROMANCE!What are you going to do with your life this week? Waste it watching yet another over-the-top bullshit superhero SFX movie? Or BE a superhero, and rescue the hamster from his own damn self?
You know the answer. The hamster calls. He calls for you.
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Benny said:
Have you ever thought about how much you and Mr. Peabody "favor" (as they say in the South)? See attachment under different "cover".

OK, first of all, that's Sherman I favor, NOT Mr. Peabody. Second of all, I favor my DAD so much in that photo it's eerie as hell. Third of all, when I was in about the 6th or 7th grade I'd meet my friends at Whumpus' house in the morning and we'd all ride to school with Whumpus' mom. Whumpus' neighbor had a dog named Tuffy and poor old Tuffy had some kind of dog VD or something and his penis looked like a rotting zombie penis. Everybody made fun of Tuffy except me. Being the sensitive animal lover that I am, and the dumbass that I was, I said something one day about how I didn't think it was funny and I felt sorry for Tuffy. From that day forward, every time Sherman and Mr. Peabody would go into the wayback machine while we were watching Rocky and Bullwinkle in the morning before school, Whumpus and Ferg and Monkey would all yell "THERE GOES MARK AND TUFFY, INTO THE LITTLE ROOM!!!" That's why this photo of my head on Sherman's body gives me the cold robbies!
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So where's BLOGOPERA???
Sorry, I'll get back to it soon. Probably. I'm not sure. Can't right now. Sorry.
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