Two years. Two jobs. Two children. Too much time on my hands. Initially conceived as a means of irritating a former co-worker/drinking buddy/erstwhile Sean Connery-impersonator and later as a sharpening tool to hone my arguable writing skills, Flaming Pablum turns a whopping two years old today. For those six or seven of you who regularly visit this weblog, I have all faith that you'll affix a garish party hat to your head at once and spend the rest of the day in a contentious state of celebration. For the other nine-bajillion Google-users who continually end up here when you're actually trawling the`net in feverish search for coprophagic midget porn, I have nothing for you.
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