Good Morning. If you don’t already know that I am Rod Serling, then you are an idiot. I am here because yesterday’s blog post was an embarrassing peek inside a troubled mind. A mind with a constant need for attention and validation. A mind so tortured that every so often it has to beg you to feed it with your nuggets of appreciation. Pretty damn pathetic, but hey, how about that video? Aren’t those Brady Kids terrific?
She asked you to tell her why you are here, how you got here, and then through her wily and evil ways milked the likes and comments out of you like you were a herd of dairy cattle.
You should have seen it coming. But you didn’t. All week long, The Cheeky Diva as she calls herself, has been working you over like a bunch of rubes in a street game of 3 card Monty Hall.
Bait and switch, play with me, tell me all about yourself, blah, blah, blah. Who’s more feeble, wretched and lamentable,(thank you thesaurus.com) the instigator or the victim? You tell me. And while you ponder that age old question. Watch the climax of this Night Gallery episode, where a grizzly faced Stuart Whitman is horrified when he gets what he wished for. Let it be a lesson to you all. I’m not sure exactly what it is, but watch it anyway, as I know you are easily influenced.
- The Brady Bunch – It’s a Sunshine Day (holysoundtrack.wordpress.com)
- The Monty Hall Problem (therealdegree.wordpress.com)
- Blah, Blah, Blah (pricklyeyebrow.wordpress.com)
- Sweet times for cows as gummy worms replace costly corn feed (news.yahoo.com)
*-It just occured to me that this could be misconstrued by some, and I want you all to know that this is all in good fun, and I appreciate every reader and am grateful for the fact that you stop by as often as you do! Thank you!!!