Yeah, I was trying to think of some kind of alluring and dangerous title, the kind of thing people would click on, and I began to realise that I'd actually been topless quite a lot lately, mostly whilst dancing and mostly in the presence of David Glover. Me and Dave had a very interesting episode lately which is not really great to put on a blog on the grounds of it being truly badass. It involved the library, and having to be calmed down whilst I gathered things up frantically and said things like: 'Dave, we have to go, we have to leave now.' This will probably be one of the funniest things of my year.
Anyway, enough self incrimination for now. I'd like to bring the issue of consistency to the table. There is none. Here at Dave central, we pride ourselves on inconsitency which is inconsistent within itself, much like the mathematical 'd2y by dx squared' thingy, where the exponentiality is like infinite, and you can never find the dy type thing because we're so darn inconsistent. That's why we're inconsitent over the period of a month, then some months, we don't even bother with that and we upload daily or just not at all. Last week was one of those months, and blog views hit an all time low. Still, we're not concerned about views. Not at all.
In fact (this is like two days after the above text) if we were concerned about views, we would have given up by now, because there are none. But now there are views, so you may rejoice! Today I have time to do this becuase I'm not at the Bridge Church's 'Hot House' as I set my alarm to late. I'm a bad Christian, but all Christians are so it's pretty neat we have Jesus and all.
Tell you something awesome. Paddling pools. Tell you something better: Paddling pools that are full of happy chickens. I have constructed such a mechanism on Minecraft, the place where the happiest of dreams become a reality. And then get blown up by creepers. (The chickens, bless them, are yet to fall prey to such ghastly phenomena)
We had XLerate last weekend. I don't know if you've heard of Paul Reid, but imagine him and Stuart Elman for 48 and a bit hours. Essentially, you are imagining one of the most happy, uplifiting and empowering two and then some days in the history of ever. There was some heavy doctrine, there was some crazy moving, and there was an abundance of Mafia, in which me and Dave took it upon ourselves to kill Izzie Keane whenever there was even the remotest reason to.
It feels good to be back to blogging it out on the bloggiest of blogs. Fortunately for us, Lamont (pronounced læmɒnt /Lah-mont, regardless of any claims she makes to the contrary) has also eased up on her blogging. Yasmin hasn't, but I don't really mind. Anyways, this blog is clearly the best, and the people that read it are definitely the coolest, so don't stop with your reading and stuff.
Anyway, enough self incrimination for now. I'd like to bring the issue of consistency to the table. There is none. Here at Dave central, we pride ourselves on inconsitency which is inconsistent within itself, much like the mathematical 'd2y by dx squared' thingy, where the exponentiality is like infinite, and you can never find the dy type thing because we're so darn inconsistent. That's why we're inconsitent over the period of a month, then some months, we don't even bother with that and we upload daily or just not at all. Last week was one of those months, and blog views hit an all time low. Still, we're not concerned about views. Not at all.
In fact (this is like two days after the above text) if we were concerned about views, we would have given up by now, because there are none. But now there are views, so you may rejoice! Today I have time to do this becuase I'm not at the Bridge Church's 'Hot House' as I set my alarm to late. I'm a bad Christian, but all Christians are so it's pretty neat we have Jesus and all.
Tell you something awesome. Paddling pools. Tell you something better: Paddling pools that are full of happy chickens. I have constructed such a mechanism on Minecraft, the place where the happiest of dreams become a reality. And then get blown up by creepers. (The chickens, bless them, are yet to fall prey to such ghastly phenomena)
We had XLerate last weekend. I don't know if you've heard of Paul Reid, but imagine him and Stuart Elman for 48 and a bit hours. Essentially, you are imagining one of the most happy, uplifiting and empowering two and then some days in the history of ever. There was some heavy doctrine, there was some crazy moving, and there was an abundance of Mafia, in which me and Dave took it upon ourselves to kill Izzie Keane whenever there was even the remotest reason to.
It feels good to be back to blogging it out on the bloggiest of blogs. Fortunately for us, Lamont (pronounced læmɒnt /Lah-mont, regardless of any claims she makes to the contrary) has also eased up on her blogging. Yasmin hasn't, but I don't really mind. Anyways, this blog is clearly the best, and the people that read it are definitely the coolest, so don't stop with your reading and stuff.
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