Conversation between my lovely self and the ass that is blog.

My Lovely Self: Hey there, Blog.

The Ass That Is Blog: ...

MLS: What? What's wrong?

TATIB: Nothing. Why, should anything be wrong?

MLS: Ok, whatever. Anyway, got any good ideas for funny blogs for me?

TATIB: Hmm. No.

MLS: Jesus, what?!

TATIB: Don't go playing dumb, you bitch, you know what you did.

MLS: Did you just call me .. Hang on, this is not about the .. No, can't be? Your birthday?

TATIB: Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner, ladies and gentlemen. Someone give this bitch a fridge.

MLS: Stop calling me a bitch. And what do you expect from me? I mean, you're not even a person, or anything. I could take you to dinner, but you don't have a mouth - I could buy you a CD, but you don't have ears! I can't even shake your hand to congratulate you, because you haven't got one!

TATIB: Speaking of congratulating, even those two complete strangers congratulated me, but did I hear anything from you? Noooo. . . . Bitch.

MLS: Ok, first of all, stop throwing links at me, smartarse. Secondly, stop calling me bitch. Seriously.

TATIB: Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch .. bitch! What are you gonna do? Punch me? I don't have a fucking face, remember!?

MLS: Tell me, how would it feel, for an abstract and purely digital being as yourself, to get ... deleted?

TATIB: You wouldn't?

MLS: Try me, you ass.

TATIB: Ah, fuck it, I don't need this shit, I'm outta here.

MLS: Yeah, run, ass.

TATIB: Bitch.

Cheers