First Post: Dilbert

 HI EVERYONE!! So, I'm making this blog and it will probably not make any sense so I will start with something that you will find generally quite odd...

Dilbert: The Heedless Cat of Legends

My nonexistent cat ate all my pencils, and you know what? It was super not helpful! I really wish that he hadn't because then I would be able to write my report on the infamous Wooly Sea Sloths. I am having to sigh currently because of the sad estate of all my unusable pencils. I shall have to make my cat fix them. My fictitious cat's name is Dilbert. 

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