“Who is she?” you ask in wonder and amazement. And even if you don’t, tough luck, I’m gunna tell ya :p
Semekeko y’all!!! 🙂
I am The Difference! You could call me The. Or Difference. Or Diff for short. Or, you know, NimoGee will be just fine. The point I’m trying to make on this here first blog post that belongs to me (The, Difference, NimoGee, just reminding you) is that I really AM the difference. No capitalization.
See all those claims to sanity and sound mind in all the other posts. They. Are. FALSE!!! Honestly, can you see the name they decided on for the blog? (Yes, I had no part in picking it out. Except for the voting part. And I swear I voted for the most normal one.)
I mean even my NAME is normal. What gets any saner(?) than Nimo? Except maybe Fred. Unless his full name is something like Frederico or Fredora, then I retract my previous statement.
Last night, I took the time to delve into the dark and unexplored crevice of their minds armed with nothing but a torch, Hubba Bubba, a .45 Smith & Wesson’s Semi-auto Chief’s Special, a bullhorn and a rungu.
Yaani, I read their blogs.
Zeus Almighty they are mad O.o
So, I’m the salvation of this here blog 🙂 I’m the one that will occasionally give you hope that there is a chance that these bloggers could be fed (if you are wearing two pairs of chainsaw gloves, wielding a mallet and feeding them with a long-handled spade). But me, you could feed me any day 🙂 I like Salt && Vinegar Pringles.
I am not the one who sings karaoke on campus at 2 a.m or gets my (not-so-real) license taken by the cops or rummages in Canada street dustbins for food because I spent all my money on (pretty cool) boots. Disregard the fact that I don’t have a campus to sing on and I am not old enough to have a license and I live in Nairobi :p
The point is, ignore all claims to sound mind on this blog. There are NONE! Except mine 🙂
Tommy is shaking his head vehemently in the corner where I’ve tied and gagged him up because he says that this whole post is a lie. Honestly, the things imaginary friends do for attention these days.
I haven’t yet worked out how my History notes are gunna be transferred to my head without me actually opening a book so I take my leave. I shall be offline for the rest of the night (<<<—
that is a lie).