A blog of failure, whose only purpose is to get us a book deal. Our names are unimportant, but I'll tell you them anyway. We're Ernestine and Merryfellow Birdfeathers, but you can call us Rhiana and Britney for short.
I'm Rhiana. To give you a bit of an insight into my mind, imagine that the following scenario comes directly from my life. It doesn't, but just pretend. What if, hypothetically, I went into an alleyway and threatened a nerdy guy with a switchblade. I mean to say I have the switchblade and I'm the threatening one. And as I prepare to shank his ass, I reveal that the switchblade is actually a really cool book light that, in my mind, is anthropomorphic and named Jaqcues. And then he (the nerd) throws a book at my head and I have to get so many stitches. Like, over 9000 stitches.
This never happened. But what if it did? You might accuse me of being a meth freak. I am not. Britney, on the other hand, is.
I wanted her to write an actual post, but she just said "noooooooooo, the picture!". So here's a picture that I drew of her. It is 100% accurate.
You think you know, but you have no idea.
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