Dear Internet.....

Last night I found myself surfing the internet. I didn't surf any evil websites like that of pornography, where I would end up gracefully touching myself in a sinful manner. I didn't watch any video's showing violent car crashes or people getting run over by cars. I didn't play any games, or read email.
What happened last night was something different. I was pushing the button to which was similar to the lottery. I was pushing a sensitive button, it wasn't on me, but on the computer..... That's right. It's known as "Next Blog" To my surprise, I was only getting a bunch of advertising websites. Some for shampoo, some for delicious Spam (how ironic) and some for vaginas. Now don't get me wrong, shampoo is the greatest thing to hit the human race since the wheel and sliced bread. But I felt a little concerned because it was difficult to find a live persons blog. I became even more concerned when I realized that it was probably just as hard for people to find my blog. No one would be graced with my quality (ha) writing.

After being plagued with pop-ups, blogs that were covered in squares, and nascar advertisings, I decided to get some revenge. I started clicking the "other" button. I pushed it about 50 times until my index finger was sore, throbbing, and just about bleeding. I am not sure what I was trying to accomplish, maybe erradicate blogger of spammers one flag at a time.

I now think I have "Flagger's Remorse" I thought about small businesses trying to run a company with the little amount of money they had. I thought about their 4 kids who all needed to be clothed in Dolce & Gabanna, and needed to attend private schools. I thought about the gas guzzling cars such as SUV's and Ferrari's that these poor business owners needed to drive. I thought about the wives that needed another botox injection or perhaps a boob lift.... heck maybe even both. I thought about their massive mortgage, and how are they ever going to pay the pool boy for cleaning the pool and wife's plumbing.

Internet, let me get to my point, I don't think I can go on with my day until I know that what I did, wasn't an evil thing. I can't go back and undo what's been done, because I never wrote down any of these blogs. Oh Internet, please advise........