Okay, if people don't stop reporting and suspending me, I might begin to think you all hate me. But I think that's quite clear anyway since you all refuse to comment on my fairy tale blogs so from now on I say screw it. I won't go through the trouble if nobody will even read about Mac and the Green Dork so I'll just go back to my fairy tale-less random blogs and see if they are more popular. Unless three comments are made on this blog and then I'll consider bringing back the fairy tales. I'm getting a sense of deja vu here... Anyway, this blog is dedicated to, er, who hasn't been done yet? Oh, I'll dedicate it to rabbitman, whose obsession with rabbits verges on psychotic. Now, I was walking down the road just the other day and I ran into a hippo. He said he was friends with a chipmunk so I let him speak. Well, technically he doesn't speak but rather grunts. And technically it wasn't a hippo but rather a treadmill. And I basically guessed it was friends with a chipmunk because as everyone knows, woodland creatures are known for keeping fit. Anyway, my point is look both ways before you cross the street. And make sure you're not already on the correct side because if you cross the same street twice, it would be a double cross and gangsters don't like that and will probably make you hurt an innocent pony. Anyway, the treadmill apparently didn't like being trodden on after hours so it started beating me up. So I killed its brother, the weights, by throwing them in the river. Rust in peace. I'm sorry you were brought into this. Anyway, the treadmill was naturally furious and went home to rape a goat. When I got home I immediately rung the ambulance and told them to destroy all evidence of any treadmills. Anyway, so long all you random peoples. And all you non-random peoples, you better watch your backs!