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"Honey, I think I've gotten a lot better at this whole blog writing material stuff, what do you think?"."To tell you the truth I think it's absolutely horrible, my cat can write better than you can." "That wasn't very nice, I mean come on I went from writing about A Yo Gabba Gabba character to writing scary deep funny and weird stories and intensified stories." I still think you're horrible at writing." Well neither are you so ha, ha." "Oh honey you did not just go there!" "Oh but I did." Now it's on, the first one to type ten posts will be able to have the last peace of pie." "But we had a deal that, that pie was mine and nobody else could eat it." "Your deal just expired." (For the next few days they wouldn't talk or even look at each other, it was getting tense, they would check each others blog everyday, and everyday they both had more). " Oh no, he has nine and he's working on his last one, what do I do?". " I got it." ( She walks down the stairs and stares at her husband for awhile, he turns around). "I see you've viewed my blog, I'm one away to winning that last piece of pie." ( She walks into the kitchen gets the biggest knife she could find. She walks back out to him). " Are you going to finish that post or are you going to live?". I'm going to finish this post and run for my life." " Well I'm not going to let you do that." " I just finished it, here we go..... posted!". " Honey meet your greatest fear." "What's that?" " Its not a what it's a who,and it's me!". " Oh well that's not so ba- wait what?!". Yeah, that's right you heard me." " Well looks like it's time for me to go." ( The old man runs out the door as fast as he could, and keeps running for seconds). " Finnaly he's gone, now I can have my warm piece of pie." ( Yes that's right this whole bet about blogger was just a trick to get the old man to leave and let the old woman be alone with her pies).