Telephone Poll

I will probably have a poll at the bottom of the blog from now on, directly under the posts. Last time I did this, no one ever scrolled to the bottom. And so I would get the results of the poll, with no votes.
Do not expect the expected of unexpected explanations and exploitative speculations. My questions will be absolutely normal. Thank You for your good mood.

APOLOGY: I am sorry for disturbing your slumber. If you are angry with me, you can pay me one clover farm (1╕) and I will give you one Diolor back. (1Ð) Then all will be well.

PASTURE: 1 sheep, 2 sheep, 3 sheep, 4 sheep. You have been pasteurized . . .

APOLOGY #2: I am sorry for bumbling on nonsensically. I will adverbally directly hesitantly halty adverbingly primarily.
Then I will post this post.

Flash Drive & Complaints

My flash drive only holds 1 Gigabyte. It sucks. I took a poll during school today.
I wore my shirt inside-out and took note of how many people asked me or told me about it. Guess how many did?
NONE. Even my friends or parents didn't notice. I hate my flash drive. I can barely fit 20 comics on it. :(

Here's one of the comics I have on it:

Just Kidding

Erm...

Where was I? Oh well. I hate my flash drive. And my throat hurts. Really Bad. :( This computer is slow.

My hair is shedding. My brother is annoying. My pants are smell like alcohol. I want to cry. I complain to much... You are mean. I don't have any friends. I repeat things to often. My flash drive sucks. :( This is boring. I want to cry. My c-o-m-p-u-t-e-r  is e-v-e-n slower. I don't know that the capital of Libya is. Or Ethiopia. Snowmen can't talk. :(

SEE HOW ANNOYING THIS CAN GET ? ! ?

(sob)