Hmm, perhaps the following will open up the flood gates for you:

toe jam

people who chew on their toe nails-adult chewers please

people who pick their nose and eat what they find

mistakenly pulling out your pubic hair when you zip up your jeans and you thought not wearing underwear was worth it all

people who fart during sexual intercourse.

How's them apples?
 

Sorry, this damned blog commentary posted twice on me-that was the deletion.
 

What an amateur. I am never at a loss for topics. In fact, my fans will be comforted to know I have enough topics to keep me blogging well into the next decade! Here are a few topics for you to run with:

- The Many Venereal Diseases I Have Transmitted

- The Musical Brilliance Of Mr. Donald Henley

- How Mighty Dyckerson Has Changed My Life

- Why I Am A Disappointment To My Family
 

Tell us more about your roommates from way back when, you know, the ones that would break into your sanctuary that was your room and crab-laden sex whilst microwaving cockroaches? Those are good times!
 

Top ten things you'd rather be doing right now and/or top ten least favorite aromas.
 

After taking yet another public shot at me, I think you need to write a lengthy essay detailing how awesome I am.

Be thorough. There's a lot of awesomeness here for you to document.
 

How about a nice novella in which Don Henley gets shanked by his prison bitch. Just for MD.

Also, I'd love to hear about when you were a roadie for A8BA.
 

How about this as a topic...

WHERE

IN

THE

HELL

IS

WOMBAT??
 

How about...

"Possible Ideas: Why Wombat Hasn't Updated His Blog"
 

You, Dyckerson, and Wombat are the last people on Earth. Do you make them fight in order to decide which one you repopulate the Earth with?
 

write about how to tell someone of the opposite sex that they stink. I could use that info in my current work sitch.
 

My suggestion would be why do people watch award shows? Who thinks their important and how can they possibly think of ten more award shows to bore the pants off of us next year and what themes would those shows be?

Catnip
 

Mr Virgil,
you walk into their cube/office, talk for a minute, then wildly look around and ask if their trash has been taken our recently because something smells "off".
 

You should write about how my crotch is the crowning achievement of human existence. I'm getting kind of tired of writing about it, so it would be nice to have someone pick up the slack.
 

PS: And the well may have run dry, but I'm sure it's still plenty wide and deep.
 

My friend K's husband has no sense of smell. The doctors said they might be able to restore it, at least for his own safety (gas leaks, burning pans, etc.), but K. is resisting the idea, having lived for years in the safety of her own stink, right under her husband's nose. I don't know if you would like to write about that, but it was just something fun to think about.
 

why haven't you put your child in any strange places for photos lately?

that's what the internet needs more of.
 

tfg: You've spent your whole adult life trying to get someone to pick up the slack in your crotch. Sadly for you, women aren't looking for something slack down there.

Kendra: As soon as the state releases him back inot my custody, I'll get right on that.
 

Hey Karla. I linked you if that's cool.
 

It doesn't matter what you blog about. You will be funny enough to make me pee my pants. There blog about people who pee themselves while reading blogs.
 

OMG! The post above me is my mother! LMAO, she's such a nut-case... there you go... Blog about families that blog together. It seems to keep us sane (of course I doubt anyone else thinks we're remotely close to sane!)
 

Ideas for posts.

1.)What kind of man would it take for you to drive across country, wearing adult diapers so you could attempt to murder and torture a woman you thought might be interested in the man you had more than a working relationship with, but less than a personal relationship with but who in actuality, didn't know the guy hardly at all. Simply put, what kind of man would send you right over the edge?

2.)People that write incredibly long run-on sentences when it could be said in two words and how they irritate the piss and vinegar right out of you.

3.) Who of your loyal, if somewhat demented and possibly dangerous, regular readers would you most willingly send Jake to for the weekend so you and the hubby could take in that monster truck and tractor pull rally, before accidentally setting yourself on fire while free-basing cocaine? 3a.) Follow-up question: What activities would you plan for them leading up to awful moment when the police had to tell the hapless blogger that possession is 90% of the law, so Jake was now theirs?
 

The thoughts that run through your head when somebody sitting next to you in a movie theater is chewing popcorn with their mouth wide open and talking during the movie.

Cheers

P.S. Either blogger/blogspot or your template is having issues right now. The layout is all skewed.
 

Karla... how about this as a topic:

"Sphinctoral Spelunking."
 

Here's one: You live in Texas. What have you got against the rest of us? Texas is only Mississippi with roads....
 

How about my ass and your face!!

I'm so sorry...I don't even know you.


I'm a horrible person.
 

Oh, come on tell us again about the time you sucker punched the nun. You tell it so well!
 

Can we have a Texan's point of view about The Shrub? How well he did as the former governor of Texas. How he's turned this country around as the United States President. Please, give us your take on The Shrub.
 

WEll..lets see. Trips to Kansas, green beans, Weed Wacker Man, your fear of bugs..do you want me to go on?
 

You should write about tea-bagging and blumpkins.

Or perhaps speculate about Anna Nicole's babydaddy or how many drugs she was on.
 

I've missed you while my human was in stupor of depression.

Would you please expand on why museums in the U.S. demand that I wear a diaper before entering their hallowed halls? I think this is simianist. What do you think?
 

What did you dream last night?