Since the birth of this blog, I’ve been a little careful with the content. We’ve all heard horror stories about employees getting axed on account of a smart-aleck comment they made about their boss, or references to past felonies that somehow skimmed under the background check. This reminds me of when I was 9 and was told that God could hear what I was thinking as well as see what I was doing. I was devastated. Up to that point, my mind was an inner sanctum where I could mentally smite anyone who stole my ball at recess, or replay salacious scenes from “All My Children”, preferably those with Dixie and Tad. Though public Internet postings cannot provide the haven of free self-expression I’ve been denied for so long, it would be amusing if someone wrote a posting that, although not explicitly incriminating, well…Here’s a blog entry I copied from a rabble-rouser(?), which I have edited for content:

I left ____’s place about ___ AM last night. Man, was that some ____ ____. I had no idea that ____ oil could ____ so ____ when you __with some____ over____ ____ back, especially when you ____ around __ __. I was in _____ ____ from __ ___ to ___big toe _____ ___. On the way home, I decided to stop at ____ for a little _____, but they were already closed, so I popped the glove compartment and ____ out a _____ _____. The car next to me ___ and called __ ___, so I ____ them and decided to take _ ____ through the ___ Turnpike. There was no one around, so I ____ a _____ with two ____ in the air. The __ _______flipped ___, but it wasn’t ____, so I just took a ___ back to __ _______.

There, that’s feasible. Now let’s see what it really said:

I left Tony’s place about 12 AM last night. Man, was that some good food. I had no idea that olive oil could taste so wonderfully when you marinate it with some spices over the turkey’s back, especially when you change around the mix. I was in gustatory heaven from my head to my big toe all evening. On the way home, I decided to stop at Exxon for a little snack but they were already closed, so I popped the glove compartment and pulled out a Baby Ruth. The car next to me saw and called me “Loser!”, so I ditched them and decided to take a drive through the Jersey Turnpike. There was no one around, so I drove a while with two hands in the air. The transmission suddenly flipped out, but it wasn’t too late, so I just took a cab back to my apartment.

I bet you though he was a bad guy. Shame on you!