Me: Well, obviously I've taken down the poem that was here.

Blake: Ya, I'm sure they haven't noticed that already.

Me: -ignoring the idiot next to me- I took it down because I have some good news! My poem got selected to be in the book they publish every year! Squee!

Blake: It's not like it's going to be sold in bookstores or anything.

Me: You're just jealous that I'm a published author! –sticks tongue out at Blake-

Blake: I'm very excited for you. –note sarcasm-

Me: -still ignoring Blake- And since I want to protect my identity and everything, I took the poem down.

Blake: Ya, because, they're definitely going to get a book that is only sold to the winners of the contest, actually read the book, recognize your poem, and get your name.

Me: It could happen! Maybe...

Blake: Sure it could.

Me: Aren't you supposed to have a question?

Blake: I did, but you said it was to perverted.

Me: Oh yeah, so I guess we won't have a question for this one...

Blake: What about a random blurb! Ummm...here's one! 'And that's why I had to put my pet brick up for adoption!'

Me:...That's not weird at all...

Erin: 11!

Me: OMC! How'd she get out of the straight jacket?!

Erin: Flying pygmy marmosets!

Blake: Run for your life!

-run away out of fear for our lives from crazy Erin who excapes straight jackets and locked closets-