RSPA: Thinking About Running Away from HBO …

SOMETIMES I THINK ABOUT RUNNING AWAY, RUNNING AWAY FROM THIS STUPID BLOG. I would run and run and end up on a cold, damp riverside with my stick on my shoulder and my bundle of clothes and baseball cards and a chocolate bar and there by the river would be a hobo encampment and squatting around the fire would be a tribe of surly hobos and they would be Wondering, The Queen of the Hobos, and her mean son Anymouse and his nasty cousin Claude D Waalz and his grizzled boyfriend The Heimlich Maneuver and maybe a few more bums who ran away from here and now they’re just creepy riverfolk and I’d be like NO WAY MAN! I AIN’T GONNA END UP LIKE THEM! and I’d sprint back here and jump on DFO’s lap and yell I’M SORRY I RAN AWAY I’LL NEVER RUN AWAY AGAIN AND I’LL CLEAN UP MY LINKS AND NEVER LEAVE MY HTML OUT IN THE RAIN AGAIN! And he’d send me to my room without dinner but in the morning I’d get up and find some popcorn or top ramen or something outside my door and I’d be all like I’M GONNA CLOSE ALL MY TAGS AND GET ALL OF THOM GEORGE’S BUBBLEGUM, MAN!

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