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Everything you read on this blog is actually true. As in, this is a genuine, non-fiction blog. Generally, I don't name names when the parties concerned are (a) related to me and/or (b) under the age of majority, and therefore no matter how funny they are, unable to give their informed consent to have their hilarious but true commentary on the ridiculousness of life publicized globally. I do, however, skirt the issue of crediting them by admitting it was not ME who came up with their jokes, but "some kid." (Works for most of us.)
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“Fine,” said Captain Obvious.
Really, though, there are no stupid questions. As long as they’re REAL questions – and not just knee-jerk, forgot-to-turn-my-brain-on, I’m-just-a-parrot questions that aren’t really questions at all. Continue reading
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