This Is One About My Wit.

* WARNING * The following is again made up of childish poo-poo humor.

This is my first ever bathroom blog.

I recently realized that my laptop is actually more of a desktop. I've also recently decided to fix that strange problem. It's not really a problem, per se, but I just feel that 'laptop' has become a sad, little misnomer for my Trey-Eighty-6. I want to rectify the situation. Which, seeing as I'm in the washroom whilst typing these words, is a funny little thing to say. (Damn near killed 'em.)

Here's the thing about my bathroom downstairs: It's mine. This room is more a part of me than anything else in this house. My own bedroom pales in comparison to this one. I feel so comfortable, safe and secure here. It's a lot like that feeling you get when you're a little nervous about monsters possibly being in your room and you pull the blankets all the way over your shoulders to ensure that your safe. This is my room. I am invincible in here. This is my kingdom, and I shall reign mightily upon this throne.

Well, this post is pretty much crap. Er, it's just totally gone down the drain. It's a real piece of work. That's what it is; a real masterfece.

Aha!


P.S. I came up with so many more, and at first I figured it would be totally redundant, but hey, why not just a couple more:
This post has tanked. BAM!
I'm plumb out of ideas. BAM!
Hiho silver! BAM!
Did you hear about the constipated blogger? He brought his laptop and worked it out. BAM!

Ok, none of those are very funny, bidet, I tried. (Now, that word, 'bidet', is pronounced 'beh-day', and if you are cultured enough to know what it is, then great. Also, maybe you've worked it out and understand that I meant for it to sound like 'but hey', which is funny. To me.)