Okay Blog Guy, tell us the location of the troops…
No way! You’ll NEVER make me betray my country!
Oh, so you’re a tough guy, huh? Suppose we cram brussel sprouts down your throat and make you watch “Jersey Shore?”
Blog Guy, can you answer a theological question for me?
I don’t see why not.
Do you think there’s music in Hell?
I know for certain there is, and I have a very clear vision of what the big orchestra there sounds like. It’s not like anything you’d find on earth.
Blog Guy, please help settle an argument. My girlfriend says that in some countries, accordion players can actually run for public office. I think she’s wrong. I know you have written about the accordion problem in the past, and thought maybe you could shed some light.
Quick quiz: The most horrific road hazard faced by Tour de France riders is…
b) oncoming 18-wheelers
c) rabid leg-eating wolverines
d) blatant accordion music
Yes, all other hazards pale by comparison to the shameless accordion players, who can step out of the tall grass with no warning whatsoever.
Blog Guy, what’s the worst thing about being President?
Are you kidding me? The bagpipes.
It’s not all milk and cookies out there. Sooner or later you’ll drop down the wrong chimney. For instance, you might find a family of accordion players in the middle of a recital. Or maybe a house full of telemarketers and they “just want you to take a brief survey.” Or maybe it’s a cult of reindeer-eaters.