My adoring fans

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I hate to brag, but I have a large group of adoring fans who are Russian factory workers. From what I gather, they work day and night producing the luncheon meat loved by comedians worldwide. WordPress created a special folder for their e-mails, even though it’s misspelled. Remember, WordPress, when pork products meet in a can, you have to capitalize all of the letters.

 

Their words of admiration and encouragement fill my “spam” folder, spurring me on to garner even more of their praise. I imagine them tirelessly tinning tiny piggy tidbits, talking about their favorite TV show “Dancing with the Tsars” and their favorite blog: mine.

 

Ivan: Have you do got read yearstricken?  I discovered her web site unintentionally, and I’m surprised why this accident did not took place earlier.

 

Boris: Ivan, the terrible way you speak English! But, yes, her blog is like big accident.  She make it appear really easy together with her presentation however I find the post Why I don’t call myself a writer: part one to be actually something that I think I’d never understand.

 

Supervisor: Comrades! Work and quit stallin’.

 

Ivan: We are not stallin’, Joseph.

 

Boris: It sort of feels too complex and extremely extensive for me. I am looking forward to her next post, I will try to get the dangle of it!

 

Ivan: Oh, yes, to get the dangle of yearstricken is simply difficult.

 

Ivan: Fortunate me I discovered her web site unintentionally.

 

Boris: Her writing article, I find very useful information particularly the ultimate part. I maintain such info a lot.

 

Ivan: Its like she learn my thoughts! She appear to know so much about this, such as she wrote the e-book in it or something. I feel that she simply could do with a few % to pressure the message house a little bit, however instead of that, she has wonderful blog. An excellent read. I’ll certainly be back.

 

Supervisor: Comrades! Work or I simply pressure the message house a little bit on you! I could do have transfer you to factory of Siberia, simply place of nuclear winter.