This has been an interesting week. We started a new contest here at the Coots. We were trying to see who could write the best post, in terms of generating discussion. Bob started off snarky and then Ralph went all sugary sweet and praising.
Enough to make me sick. All of it. In the end, Bob has the most comments on his post, I think he is paying some big bucks to win this little contest. Now really, do you folks need any more of Bob?
Small poll here:
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That’s what I thought. Now I am not exactly sure what to do with this post. I should just sit under my tree and let the delicate sound of the kettlebell inspire more creativity.
In fact, my first instinct was to just shut up and let my creative superiority ebb and flow across the coots so that everyone is under my benevolent spell. My second instinct is to crack my knuckles and write a post to make angels weep and the sun turn away in fear.
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