Rachel's Penguin Pen
If you were wondering? Rachel loves Penguins. (The word is always capitalized because it's so important.) She's eleven. She plays the flute, just like Penguins do on her Pink shirt. The other night, she slept over at her grandfather's house, but woke up at 9:20 am when the alarm sounded. She wanted to go to visit her cousins in Tennesse (sic), but her dad didn't want to have to pick her up. She wanted to go shopping, but her dad wouldn't drive her. (I'm sensing a theme.) For Christmas, she got "Chapstick flavored Twizzlers." Either candy is getting grosser or Rachel is dyslexic.
I love the post about her sister "Abigial." Abby doesn't like Penguins: She loves puppies, but not dogs because they are "big, weird, and... mean."
Also, because she's eleven, she doesn't realize why this photo is funny:
But the best part of all is the desperation. More than anything, she wants someone to comment. At least fifty percent of her content is pleading with readers to leave a message. She gives detailed instructions multiple times about how to make a post. She asks specific people, by name, to make a post. She states explicitly that she has a blog "to get comments." Lately, she's relying on guilt trips by withholding new facts about Penguins unless someone makes a comment.
All of that, and still no one has commented. Part of me wants to ask something ridiculous about Penguins, but there's no way I can ruin the tremendously hilarious silence.
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Someone named Amanda commented a week ago!!
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