Oh noes it's work
I would seem that updating a blog might need some work if you don't have the slightest idea what to write. I'll write gibberish now, and the rest might come out naturally.
Like poop.
Like poop.
"There is nothing which cannot be answered by means of my doctrine," said a monk, coming into a teahouse where Nasrudin sat. "And yet just a short time ago, I was challenged by a scholar with an unanswerable question," said Nasrudin. "I could have answered it if I had been there." "Very well. He asked, 'Why are you breaking into my house in the middle of the night?'"