Ghost Host A Re-Post

Raaaaaaaandy Part 3. Raaaaaaaandier than ever. With a taste of Ol’ Youngin’. Just enough to make you want the whole slice.

While I’m here re-posting, Summer Crush Kat Dennings has a blog. It is funny and smart and adorable. Go there and start your own Summer crush.

Kat Dennings is almost too adorable for life. She gives me that baby bunny feeling; I want to squeeze her until her head pops off. Aren’t Summer crushes the cutest?

In other news, Twitter alerted me to an oversight I must correct inmediatamente:

Happy belated birthday Soulja Boy!

Another year older, another year wiser.

Sorry I didn’t get a Tweet in on-time, Soulja. You know I love you, Kid.

My name is Ben and I blogged this.

I’m a Little Freaked Out

Yesterday I rant about iPhones and the amount of steps it takes between me hearing music on iPod commercials and that music appearing on my iPod. Tonight I see an iPhone commercial addressing every part of my rant.

Is this blog controlling the universe?

God, if you are my blog, give me a sign in the form of a cheese sandwich. And if not so, just give me the cheese sandwich.

Cheese sandwich, if you are God, please give me a sign in the form of you. And if you are not God, why do you taste so divinely delicious?

Cheese sandwich, you’re my favorite false idol.

God is blog spelled backwards. No, I’m sorry. That’s golb. Golb is God spelled backwards.

What? Still wrong? Dog? God is backwards dog? Isn’t that a dog butt?

Alright, if you insist. God is a dog’s anus.

And you wonder why people pray to cheese sandwiches.

My name is Ben and I have Superblog Complex.