After rounding the world four times and getting the piercings, but only having three earrings to show for it because he's too picky about what he'll actually put back in his ear, Mark attempted to settle down back in his hometown of Knoxville, Tennessee. This, of course, did not happen because, quite apparently, he has been biologically implanted with a PsychoMagnetâ„¢ which makes even the most stable of people batshit crazy.
Mark is currently "hiding" in wildly public places, and making as much noise as possible, while throngs of anonymous nutjobs accuse him of every salacious deed imaginable, such as the unseasonable rainfall of 2011, the murders of several prominent people who are still very much alive, and the 1915 sinking of the Lusitania. Mark is a carnivorous smoker who is Politically agnostic, unable to reproduce, refuses all manners of Internet dating, and generally believes that Murphy was an optimist.						
					 
        
                
                        
                                
March 17th, 2013 at 5:57 pm by Mark
Tags: blogging, reposts
				
	There’s little worse you can do on a blog than post something you or another author has already made a post about.

 
		
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March 16th, 2013 at 5:56 pm by Mark
Tags: bananas, food, innuendo, porn, sex
				
	Even better with whipped cream and chocolate syrup…

 
		
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March 15th, 2013 at 5:43 pm by Mark
Tags: dogs, pulp fiction, samuel l jackson, samuel l. dogson, sarcasm
				
	And you can tell Marcellus Wallace *that!*

 
		
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March 14th, 2013 at 5:03 pm by Mark
Tags: advertising, crackers, food, sarcasm
				
	While this sort of abbreviation might be okay for the inventory control system, it’s simply not suitable for customers.  Especially customers like me who immediately think, “Just how tasty are they?” “Are they made with real ass?” or “How many white people can they fit in a box that small?”

 
		
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March 13th, 2013 at 5:19 pm by Mark
Tags: cemeteries, dead, sarcasm, yolo
				
		
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