A Very Special Editor’s Note.

So you know how sometimes you’re reading through this blog and you come across something particularly ill-conceived and you actually say out loud, “Well that is just the stupidest godamn thing I have ever read. Why do I even keep reading this godman blog?”

Well, just so that you know, we here at Standard Kink sometimes get that feeling when we’re writing this stuff.

So today is going to be one of those days for you.

What awaits you below is some of the most egregiously dumb, time-wasting, sloppy and ridiculous work that we have ever posted.

This is when you ask, “Worse than that poem about Shark Week that didn’t even rhyme?”

Yes.

“Dumber than that time you wrote about all the unopened mail on your desk?”

Yes.

“More insipid then the poem you wrote about Kenny Loggins visiting you at work?”

Yes.

“Wow. That is pretty bad.”

Look it has just been that kind of day, okay? They can’t all be winners folks. But look, you try writing stuff for a blog every single day. It is really hard to generate content!

Abandon all hope ye who enter here!

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Kenny Loggins.

Kenny Loggins
by james bezerra

Wouldn’t it be weird,
if while I’m working,
Kenny Loggins stopped by my office?

In awe, I would compliment his beard
and ask, “Is there some help you’re needing?”
And he’d reply, “Do you know a word that rhymes with office?”

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