Would you do it again? Yeah, suppose I would. Over? Aww, I dunno man. I get tired of the question. We'll just have to see what happens. Right? LIke everything else in life. You know, I didn't know if we'd make it. I didn't have an opinion one way or another, to be honest, I just thought I'd see what happened. And well, I guess all the happening we planned for ourselves has happened. I mean, sure, we touched on some important topics. Race. Gender. Creed. Philosophy. Stuffed animals with personality disorders. Pretty much the only things that matter. I have to admit, I'm tired. It's been a lot of meaningless days, a lot of meaningless posts. But I don't think that means we just have to pack up and go home. Besides, this is a blog. And I'm homeless. Well...I guess I'll see y'all tomorrow.
It started with a dream. One post per day, every single day for one hundred days. Canadian Tuxedo and Desperate Pickle were the first. They were men of vision. But their time came to an end. These things happen. All things must come to an end. And so the torch was passed to Poop Snacks and Whofleck. And when their hundred days are up, they too will pass the torch. The rules remain the same. Some things always stay the same. The rules are simple, and they are constant:
We both post something, anything, every single day. For one hundred days. Those are the rules. The topics are... varied.
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