I don’t want to make this blog about Cleveland. That is why I started Tremonter. But, I live in Cleveland and I’m constantly putting myself in positions where people are talking about Cleveland. So, I’m getting Cleveland on the brain. Which is funny, since I don’t care for any of the sports teams, go downtown once in a blue moon and have no idea what a tree lawn is. I also have nothing even approximate to a Cleveland accent, thankfully. My spleen is fine, but my froat hurts. I went to the North of Literary block club last night, which was rather empty, but there was a gentleman who was like a stereotypical mafioso and there was also a very pretty young lady but I think she was with her man. Ow. froat. Ain’t got nothing else to blogabout.
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Adam, can you be certain that the mafioso guy wasn’t the very pretty young lady’s man? Hmmmm…
Steve, yes I’m certain of that.
Lori, yes, I’ve been quite banal lately. I couldn’t ask the scene though, I can’t even talk today. froat.
You’re certain. Hmmm… even so, if ya don’t have something to blogabout, the two of them could make for an interesting fictional fantasy blog entry in your hands, Adam — of that I’m quite certain!
Hahahahah, Tremont Block Club slash fiction. hoo boy. Not even with a 49 and a half foot pole.
Pretty banal post, if you ask Scene. ;-P