The second showdown of this years playoff in The Blog Arena of Death was over before the first Blog was dropped as Blewbewy manhandled the up and comers Prairedog48 by the sad score of 11-1.
Kip McDougall called the game well but only had to use the word "scintillating" once and "cantillating" twice, all when his food arrived during the second half. Where the previous game had been a buffet of adjectives and metaphors this one fell flater than a pancake on the underside of my fat aunt Betsy's rotund behind, and even Kip could not keep things interesting with his whitty banter.
Blewbewy wove effortlessly through the "likes," "ums" and "you knows" while Prairedog48 sat back and did nothing. (You can only look at the word "test" for so long.) Even though I would rather put out my eyes with a hot poker than return to Blewbewy and her army of prepubescent teens running amok with their giggles and snorts and views of life that revolve around peer pressure and fifty shades of pink, they did play a smart game and won recognition for their tenacity at being the worst of the two. Thus they will move on to the West Coast Final to meet , hopefully, a more worthy opponent.
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