In just a couple of hours HotPoop, The Weblog will have existed exactly one year. Was it as good for you as it was for me? Wait. Don’t answer that. ;)
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“The blog was unpredictable
But we knew it was right
We hope you had the time of your life…”
As I have had! Thanks Barry…Happy Birthday!
It has been tasty, finger licking, orgasmically good for me. In fact, I think the earth moved!
HAPPY B’DAY HOT POOP WEBLOG
A year went by
and now it’s July
When it finally took off
all the people cried
He got Weblog
Weblog Darlin’
His weblog
puts a smile
on my face
Here Barry; Barry!
“Arf” he said :-)
Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes,
Barry minces among bad vats and jerebaums,
spinneys of murdering weblogs,
and prepares to compound for Mrs Barry
a venomous porridge
hitherto unknown to toxicologists
which will scald and viper through her
’til her ears fall off like figs,
her toes grow big and black as balloons,
and steam comes screaming out of her navel.
I’ll have a cold beer, but thanks Eric.