Dear Google, friends, family, friends of family, friends of the friends of my family and the whole world of everyone,
I wish to make a statement on behalf of myself and my blog: I am not a robot and here is the evidence:
Caleb
I bleed when I’m cut
I have feelings
I think about things, like in full sentences
I have hair follicles
My body repairs itself when it gets injured
I have a son and I helped make him
I have a multi-lever joint system
I breathe and I don’t have vents
I sweat when I get to hot—meaning that a salty liquid leaves the pores of my body
Robot
Robots don’t bleed, except sometimes mechanical fluid
Real robots don’t even have feelings, sometimes on movies they do—But not on Star Wars at least
Robots don’t do that
Robots don’t
Robots have to have someone repair
Robots can’t produce offspring
Robots don’t usually have that going on
Robots have vents on their bodies to let hot air out
Robots have fans built into their bodies to cool them down
Thus we may see I am the complete opposite of a robot and this blog is the opposite of a spam blog. Thanks and Run Fearless!
Dear Robot, er I mean son in law:
ReplyDeleteYou tell 'em! No way, no how are you a robotic spam machine. Maybe a running machine but definitely not of the robotic species.
Run, Caleb, run!