It's Easter Eggain!

And the egg puns begin. Eggcelent. Eggstreme. Eggstravagant. Eggstraterrestrial! In the world of puns, the egg ones will never go Eggstinct.

You may have noticed a few changes to the site. For one, there are no more Ads between each post. I realized that you can't sell out if you have nothing to sell. I'm going to have to wait until Cream-Filled Blog gets its own TV series (it would most likely be a talk show with host Tom Hanks and the musical performer every night will be me playing a song from my iTunes playlist or even just a Youtube video that I thought was kind of funny) until I start advertising on it again.

This doesn't mean I will stop advertising the blog itself. In fact, I have done quite the opposite:



I thought of a good Easter pick-up line: (Sexy deep voice implied) Hey there, what do ya say we go back to your place and maybe I could try to find your egg.

Ew.

My biology professor said that reptiles evolved into birds as an adaptation to their food, which were flying insects. And that's when it hit me! All we have to do is eat a bunch of flying bugs and humans will grow wings! It's that simple! I love science.

A Cream-Filled Blog Facebook Fan Page was just opened by the Vice President/Secretary/Manager/Regional Manager/Co-Regional Manager/Joint-Co-Regional Manager of Intermediate Sales/Janitor of Cream-Filled the other day (That is literally her title). She earned her hamsters. Become a fan at: click right here, dude!

"To err is human, and to party is to err! Let's be humans!" This was a toast I made at a party the other night. I was pleased to see that it really set the tone.

That's all, yolks!

(Oh good god, that was too cheesy. I almost feel like I need to say a swear word or talk about boobs to regain some of my masculinity.)

P.S. Boobs.