Joe The Blogger was in a rut. None of his postings packed a wallop. As a matter of fact his blog had been flagged as being too squeaky clean . His blog being flushed down the toilet by Blogger was eminent.
One night while in his cups, Joe saw the light at the end of the tunnel. It turned out to be an oncoming train. In the nick of time he got his car off the tracks and hit the hay. When he first saw the light of day he decided that the only way to save his blog was to put his nose to the grindstone. It would have been easier to bite the bullet and start writing but the grindstone did wonders for his allergies.
It was no use. Everything he wrote was trite. Trite! Of course, write a post about clichés and the more clichés the merrier! Joe remembered reading somewhere that clichés are spoken or written by someone who is not thinking much about what he is saying or writing. That suited him to a tee. He put the pedal to the metal and started to write his cliché essay masterpiece. It was not only trite but it was banal. Surely the Blogger people would have second thoughts.
After burning the midnight oil, Joe decided to put off publishing his post until morning. At the crack of dawn, Joe rolled out of bed an rushed to his computer.
Joe turned on the computer and signed into blogger. Lets see, edit posts ….. It should be right there in draft form. Heavens to Betsy , the draft was gone!
He was now between a rock and a hard place. Should he try writing his post again? Was there anyone who could help retrieve the missing draft. The choice was easy. This was a case for Inspector Dick Sean Ari, the greatest word sleuth in the country.
Inspector Ari and his sidekick Hoyle took the case. They dived right in. Ari and Hoyle made short work of examining the computer. Joe was right, nowhere on the hard drive could they find a post draft. Inspector Ari became very suspicious. How could a post draft be missing from the hard drive unless it was never there. More to the point, according to Hoyle, until this day the computer had not been used in a week.
Another look around the room and the case was solved. There were at least five empty bourbon bottles scattered around the room. Joe had been stewed to his gills the last few days.
Inspector Ari pulled some crumpled papers out of the waste paper basket. There it was, a blog post written in the old fashioned way, pencil and paper. Joe did write the blog post, but not on the computer.
Joe had his blog post and was sober enough to get it into the computer. It was all in a day’s work for Inspector Ari.
Don’t bother looking for Joe The Blogger’s blog. Blogger shit canned his blog.
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