Way out West there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Manny. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. The Manny, he called himself the Manny. Now, Manny — Manny didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.
Every once in a while, the Blog For Boys has to do something to keep up the appearance that we’re a reputable site that’s suitable for viewing by most humans. We must dispel any notion that we’re secretly trying to control your mind with subliminal messages embedded in the text. Be sure to drink your ovaltine. One of the best ways to keep things on the straight and narrow, is to pay a cat tax to the Intertunnel gods. We’ve sunk to the lowest common denominator to make sure that things run smoothly over here at the Blog for Boys headquarters. Here’s a video of a cat having a religious experience — probably because he drank his Ovaltine.
Cars are tricky things. I’ve driven them from time to time. I find that they’re ornery beasts that cannot be trusted. If I ever see a car, I try to walk the other way and avoid it entirely. They don’t have it in for me or anything, they simply spook me. I haven’t been in any car crashes or had any traumatic experiences with cars that I can remember. I just have an inherent distrust for all types of automobiles. I think it all stems from the one time I tried to purchase a car.
Things are beginning to heat up over here at the Blog For Boys. I’m not talking about the video, either. While it’s true that we’ve been delivering sizzling hot videos every day for a while now, a lot’s been going on in the background. The northernmost half of the Earth is tilting towards the Sun, or something like that, so the weather is strangely bearable. When I can be bothered to get out of bed in the morning, I throw open my windows and greet the new day by shouting at passing cars. During the winter, I find it difficult to keep up with my hobbies, which is why I relish every day of the spring, summer, and fall. I can’t go out in my underwear and terrorize the neighborhood when it’s -20 degrees outside.