Congratulations, Post Number 500.
I officially have nothing to say to or about you.
Blame your 499 brothers and sisters.
They sucked the lifeblood out of me.
You’re lucky I remember your name.
But I love you just as much as the others.
Except I probably love you more than that one where I wrote about diarrhea, although there was probably more than one. I try to forget about those ones. (I just checked and I’ve written approximately 1,000 posts regarding poop.)
And maybe the one where I wrote about not showering. That one was kind of embarrassing.
Or the one where I resorted to LOLCats. That one gets nothing in the will.
You know what, 500? You’re my favourite. Keep being you.
But when 501 arrives, prepare to be replaced.