I have been flinging things since I was a child -- dirt, toys, jello-- until finally I was placed in an environment free of flingable objects to fling. Adolescence was difficult for me, each moment desperately casting about for something to fling. Until at last, adulthood came, the internet revolution occurred, and I discovered blogger. Whereupon it occurred to me that one of the things I could fling was information, or more colloquially, shit. At you, my dear...
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