Blog Guy, I know you sometimes indulge your readers’ fantasies. I collect photographs of really rich people eating ice cream. It isn’t a large collection, but I’m hoping you can help get me some good ones.
Hey Blog Guy, it’s me!
Me! The guy who talks to you in italics so you can carry on pretend conversations in your blog everyday.
It’s time for more of our etiquette tips aimed at people who were raised by warthogs in the wild.
“Jeez, Joe, what are you doing with those aviator shades? You think you’re Tom Cruise, or what? Take those things off!”
Say, Blog Guy, I’ve been wondering about that guy who’s sort of a living legend in your blog. You know who I mean.
Blog Guy, you run a fairly low-tech operation, right? I mean, there’s nothing complicated about doing a humor blog.
Blog Guy, we know you were pretty upset about Donald Trump not running for president, clearly a huge loss of humor potential for your blog. Are you getting over it?
Oh Dear Lord, tell me this isn’t happening!
I just wanted to watch some tennis, so I called the boss on our busiest day of the year and said I was sick with projectile vomiting, impacted wisdom teeth, temporary insanity and a fever of 106…
Blog Guy, have you ever done anything as a blogger that you’re really ashamed of?
Blog Guy, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve been sobbing.
Yeah, I have. I’m pretty broken up about Donald Trump not running for president.