OK, FINE. So you're not sports fanatics. How about humor? Do you like that? One would never know since apparently you're less likely to find it here than in a Robin Williams film, but in case you do, have I got the website for you! Actually, it's a blog, but that still counts, right?
You know how my posts go on and on and on and on and on and never seem to end and you never even make it to the end of them because you're so completely exhausted by then that you pass out? Imagine a humor blog but with really short posts...as in, posts that are able to cram all that funny in one itty-bitty tiny space. Can you imagine it? I sure can! And it's the subject of this week's/month's/year's Abby's Website Pick! It is my new favorite website and/or blog that is fully worthy of my precious, precious stalking time.
So go right now to Notthatdeep.com and merrily enjoy! And subscribe! And comment! And beware the saucy language!
As for the rest of you jerks, I know you're reading! I can see you there! Well, I can't actually see you, I can just see a bunch of numbers. But I know that loads of people I can't readily identify read this friggin' blog every day and YET YOU DO NOT COMMENT. SO THE REST OF THE WORLD THINKS I'M A LOSER. DON'T THINK I DON'T HOLD THAT AGAINST YOU, YOU BLOG-LOOKING THIEVES. Just for that, I'm not going to post for a really, really long time. Which is fairly fortunate, since I couldn't think of anything else to write about anyway.
17 comments:
when you say really really long time, what exactly do you mean? truth is- I can only go so long with out your posts and then bad things happen.
Well...the reason I don't comment every stinkin' day of my life is because sometimes the void of school sucks out my soul so completely that I'm unable to think of anything coherent to say to you, let alone funny.
Plus, I'm still all flustered about that Heather Zundel telling you I was a monster business. Not cool.
Lisa--then get your jerk friends to comment and I'll be back. NOT UNTIL THEN.
Gwennifer--has anyone ever accused you of being a drama queen (besides Heather Zundel?)? Because she so totally did not call you a monster. She just informed me that in your mid-teenaged state of mind you occassionally gave teachers a run for their money and I shouldn't break down and cry or something if you decided to "test" my endurance. She was relieved, yea, verily, when I informed her that despite your smart-aleckiness on my first Sunday teaching (and don't think I've forgotten that you little brat) that you and I were the same person merely separated by a brief generation of time and I would have no difficulty interpreting your strange and sometimes frightening remarks.
And I don't post every day so why would I expect you to comment every day? Just use this rule of thumb: every time you post on your own blog you should be commenting here as well. If you can think well enough to write a post, you can think well enough to comment on my life, too. So there.
I am not a thief
You're not deep, that's what I like. Us blondie types do not follow those deep thoughts. You are a bit windy I agree, but as long as you keep the comedy going throughout the breeze, I can keep up.
I think that is a veiled threat at me for not posting. Okay, you got it sister... I'm bringin' the pain, so you'd better get some Advil!
Don't I have the best, most funny/intelligent/hawt friends ever? Everyone should go to notthatdeep.com for daily hilarity.
Get ready for the deluge of comments! Well, that is, if freakin' BLOGGER would get over this "We're temporarily unavailable" schnizzle. It's not a good use of my time to post threats if the Internet isn't going to back me up on them. What sort of voodoo magic are you using on me, Abby?!
It's crampin' my style, too. I can't leave offensive comments on anyone's blogs and it's terribly frustrating.
I'm long-winded because I post so scarcely. So there.
Hi, Abby, I liked your shirt today. Sorry, it doesn't have anything to do with your post.
Back to Gwennifer's comment, was your first lesson teaching about honoring the priesthood? Because I can still remember Genny's immense frustration after a lesson on that subject. I'm sure you did a wonderful job teaching, Abby, no matter how irritated the smart-alecky teenager(s) were.
Thank you! I liked that shirt, too.
No, Bonny, that was not the lesson. The infamous Priesthood lesson came much later; I distinctly recall her reaction to it. I'm so glad everyone else does, too.
No, my first lesson was one about keeping our homes/rooms/lives clean and tidy and stuff to make a proper place for the Spirit to reside.
Yikes, I could probably use a lesson on that subject.
Sheesh, my youth. Why is this being discussed?
Anyway, I finished the story, if you're even still interested.
It's being discussed because it's entertaining and because you brought it up. See? Your fault.
I'm certainly interested to know if Ivey's dream failed because of your mishearing her. I will immediately go and check it out.
You are so awesome to go to April's blog! Is it just because you are greedy like me? I so wanted a header! And now I want photoshop! Anyhow, you are so cool to claim me!
I really had no idea about the rules of commenting.... I will try harder for I know otherwise our friendship will suffer the consequences.
Dang straight. Don't you forget it.
I'm sorry! I haven't been online in awhile cause I haven't been feeling good...you know the whole morning (All day) sickness thing. I can't stand it if you don't post! PLEASE!! :) I could send you some cookies...:)
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