Defining Blog (Part 1 : 2 ads hit)

Why do I blog? Good question... I don't know why... atleast not yet, I hope that as I aimlessly go on about what a blog is, I might stumble upon the answer to the question that I have asked... the one begining with 'Why'.
I'm not good with essay questions, ask limpy any day, and this sure as hell qualifies as a 14 (marks). So, as per tradition, I will try to keep it as short as I possibly can, which is very short. And you are probably refusing to believe me, as I have been going on about absolute toadshit for almost 6 lines, and that is ALOT for a short answer. Yes, I said toadshit because I do not know what it looks like. In fact, I do not quite know the difference between a toad and a frog... is one brown and the other green? does one crap green and the other crap brown? or is the ugly one a toad? because that would cause QUITE a mayhem... as I feel that none of them are quite in the circle of cute... let alone sexy. But I'm guessing the potential prince charming rules the other one out as ugly, as I have only read of frogs turning into princes. I'm not kissing any fly-feaster to find out if its a toad (blekh) or prince charming (blekh). Though I am sure that my friend Murtaza here might show interest, if the prince in question was not famous for being on cardboard covers for chocolate, vanilla and strawberry biscuits, but instead if the prince in question was a potential backstreetboy OR an "artist formerly known as" himself. But lets not stray from the topic. I am sure that the distinction between the two can be made in a less complicated manner. The kids who disect the poor squishys would know. They would know more about toadshit too. So that's that about toadshit.
You are probably understanding why I was not amongst "Limpy's favourites" (if you hear that there exists such a group... it's toadshit!!).
I was not the sort of a person that would blog...EVER... but here I am on blogspot dot frigging com, blogging away about toads, of all the things in this world, in the wee hours of the night. I still stick by my original statement that, "I am not a wuss, I am just 'a' curious." Yes folks, the pun WAS intended there with 'a'.
I am not the victim of peer-pressure. As that is the justification that my friend Murtaza has given to redeem himself from the postion where, possibly, he could have been labelled an eternal wuss. No! I was not pressured, I was lured towards the forbidden fruit. Our paths may have been different but we fell prey to the common charlatan. Yes, it was the midnight strike at day-time... it was Noon. May you kiss a toad, and may that toad turn into a four-eyed purple tentacle. But hey... you'll still be my brother, with a wacky fetish, and even though I will always blame you for me blogging... I will be 'ironical' (as used in Good Will Hunting) when I will confess that I blog because I can't write all this toadshit on a piece of paper, because thats just a waste of time and effort... no one's going to read that, even if anyone wants to read it. Hell I'll absent-mindedly recycle(aeroplanes) the pieces of paper before anyone's enlightened by all my randomness. No one will understand it, or recognize it as english, as my hand-writing is like the swan that never grew up. And I blog all the randomness because no one will read it.. even if my handwriting is times new roman. THAT'S ironical and that is the reason why I blog. I guess I've bored you enough, I 've bored myself atleast. If you've read this far...you need to blog your thoughts or wait for Part II of this piece, where I actually talk about toadshit and not toads, and where I finally get down to defining blogs.
P.S. For those too slow to figure out what the title is... 2 ads it = two ads hit = to ads hit = toadshit
savvy?