You're Kidding, Right?

So, today I was vacumming.

What a very original sentence.

So, today I was vacumming, and my father came in, and said, "Hey, I just got a call from Mr. F. He says he's heard from lots of people that everyone reads Kat's blog. It's the new thing."

Kat: (Eyes drop out of sockets.) You, sir, are bullshitting me in the worst way.

Dad: No, I'm really not.

Kat: Oh.

Dad: Yeah.

Okay. So. Who are you readers that do not comment? Where are you? What are your names? What do you want with the J.G.? Aren't you tired of all the injokes that you can never hope to understand? How long have you been reading?

Please, leave a comment. I'd like to know who's reading this thing, and I'd like to know if daddy dearest was really playing me for a phool. (Haha, phantom, fool, phool. . .nevermind.) So yes, COMMENT. For all you technologically challenged old fossils out there, there's a link at the bottom of every post that says X Amount Comments. Click it. There will be a large text box. Type your comment therein.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.

PS. I should mention. Please, please, do not tell my mother that I refer to her as the Gorgon. Please.