Happy Blogoversary To Me
"Just Making Convo gets two thumbs up!"
In celebration of my “Just a Few Days Short of Five And a Half-Months Blog Anniversary”, I thought I’d share with all of you a few of the never-before published comments I’ve received from people who’ve read my blog…
”Very nice site!”
-Pharmd521
“Very nice site! Free viagra…”
- Pharmd535
“Very nice site! Free cialis and viagra…”
-Pharmd636
“I enjoy your blog every much. I get almost 200 visitors a day. Would you be interested in trading blogroll links? “
– Billy Wallis, Owner of like-minded “Real-Estate” blog
“WTF? Why do my comments keep going to your spam folder? “
-AlanTruitt , Canine-extrodinaire
“At least we know that Auntie Sammie has experience resolving the Clinton Family Crisis, wonder how she’ll do with the US family crisis…”
-Gaige Handcraft, random guy who has an Aunt Sammie
And last but certainly not least, this is what my friends from overseas had to say…
“Отличный блог! Вы страдаете FRM преждевременной эякуляции?”
-Законопроект Майерс, Russian
“gcgnix jdsmzjhmhnev, [url=http://cylbhltxxcho.com/]cylbhltxxcho[/url], [link=http://eyeuhvtiecrf.com/]eyeuhvtiecrf[/link], http://kwmgppassbxa.com/”
-cnuxsnv, not sure which country
lol…good one!!!
i think all of us can relate!!
i also get lots of fake tackbacks..
trackbecas..zzxx..random site….trackback..
Hey Shraddha,
I admit that at first I found them kind of annoying, but eventually I put myself in their shoes and realized how hard it must be to give away things like Viagra and Cialis.
I mean, let’s face it, nowadays people actually want to pay for that stuff…
Thanks for stopping by Shraddha,
Bschooled:)
OMG…this is too much! What a coincidence….I had no idea…..We started our blogs in April and within a couple of weeks of each other! What does this mean? Are we linked forever in the master archives of “The History of Blogging” Library of Congress? What are the odds? I’m in total awe of this realization. The blogging gods and goddesses must have worked overtime in efforts for us to meet each other and happened to accomplish it through the likes of Crabby Old Fart and Alan Truitt. If it weren’t for them, we’d still be out there unknowingly searching for our blog soul mate we never even knew existed! You’re the ying of my yang!
YnB,
Of course this means we are linked 4-Eva in the master archives of The History of Blogging Library of Congress…was there ever any doubt?
Which reminds me…I was wondering if you could swing by my place later this afternoon for a quick photo shoot? I’m going to take some candid shots of us for the archives photo album. I’ve been working on my candid picture-taking skills a lot lately, and not to brag or anything, but I’m even better at them now than I was a week ago when I first tried taking them!
But enough about me, let’s talk about you…then we can talk about Don and Alan (Ha! Those guys are just so crazy!).
So does this mean its your “Just a Few Days Short of Six Months” Blog Anniversary? Or is it your “Just a Few Days Short of Five Months” Blog Anniversary? I just need to know so I can mention it in the unique card I’m sending you. (Between you and me, it’s a pretty crucial detail that could change the whole tone of the card…)
Anyway, let me know when you’ll be by and we can talk about it then.
Forever yinging your yang,
Bschooled
Questions, questions….well, I did some investigating to figure out who came first, Ying or Yang, and unfortunately the world has had it entirely backwards. I will be forever in the archives that Yang actually came first by 17 days. So, from this day forward, we all must re-phrase to Yang-Ying. The day to celebrate Yang at 6 months of age will be October 6.
Now, on to getting together for this photo shoot. Lovely idea, but unfortunately I’m chained to this desk at the moment and can’t fly up there, so the best thing I could come up with was a few candid shots of myself for you to photoshop into your candid shots. I am sending you three of the best, taken just moments ago.
Choose whichever you may:
http://www.postimage.org/image.php?v=gx20qJwS
http://www.postimage.org/image.php?v=aVO5MRA
http://www.postimage.org/image.php?v=aVO6EJJ
Now it shows up. Oh well, only #1 is viewable, so you’re stuck with that one.
YnB,
Somehow your comments found their way into the elusive folder where the “never-before-published” comments end up. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a fun place (just ask Alan and Pharmd535), but after a while it can get a little monotonous. It’s sort of how I imagine purgatory to be, only with more people asking if you would mind adding them to your blogroll. Hopefully I fixed it.
Now, back to your Yang-Ying. I will start preparing the celebratory party immediately. I take it you like sushi, sake and feng-shui? I myself am allergic to feng-shui (positive energy makes me feel bloated), but I drink sake like it’s going out of style…(cheers to hoping it never does!)
Anyway, we can work out the logistics later.
Your pictures are brilliant. I can see contours, contrasts, blurred body-parts…I had no idea you were such a “motion-blur” technique expert. In fact, I don’t think I can pick just one. Therefore I will pick two…#2 and #3.
(#1 was good too, mind you, but it just seems a little more “raw” than the others…it’s obvious your talent has grown considerably since then).
Thank-you YnB, I will get started on whatever it is I was supposed to get started on immediately.
Yanging you,
Ying
PS. As far as the desk chains go, I would take that up with HR if I were you. I don’t know all the labor laws, mind you, but that just doesn’t sound like something a Boss should be allowed to do.
Ha!
It’s true, I wrote it. Spammy rapscallion that I am… And at 10 words it was the shortest comment I’ve ever left. (I studied at The Capitalist Lion Tamer University of Commentary under the tutelage of the master, Professor Nivek Ogre… Ahh, Good Ol’ CLTU… Those were the days. I remember our school’s drinking song… )
Yahhhh nahh wahoo,
Fucking eh! Fuck wooh!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, fuck you!
Fuck me? No! Fuck you blue!
Who wants a fight?
Who wants a fight?
I’ll kick your ass
(FYI: Our drinking song was also our fighting song…)
Perhaps I should stop speaking so parenthetically. It’s only going to stretch things out. (FYI: That’s the first line of our “Repenting Song” {lyrics and music by CLT})
Okay…
Like I said, it was the only 10 word comment I’ve ever left, BUT, before my story editor hacked it to shreds and turned it into minimalist spam poetry it was a spam bomb of epic proportions… With a b-story about prostitution. If I may…
WTF?
I’m spam? Spam? Me? In the spam folder? Like, common spam? And not the precooked meat product made by the Hormel Foods Corporation. You know, the good stuff that’s made up of chopped pork shoulder meat (and sodium nitrite to help keep its color). I’m not the Spam with the gelatinous glaze! No, it seems I’m the bad spam. Bad spam. Bad, bad spam. I’m spam. Me. Spam! I’m in the spam folder? I’ve been labeled as spam. Me! Spam! Why? It’s not fair! Oh agong. Oh cruel world. See how it mocks me…
And now I’m rambling, meandering, babbling on with no apparent specific topic or direction, but that’s okay, and who ever says it isn’t is a filthy liar. Lying like, like, like… Like a whore would! Yeah! A prostitute. You calling me cheap? I don’t care, I like sex. Hey, it pays the rent.
Please remove me from your spam folder and I’ll sell you cheap medicine and be your best friend. Or how about viagra? I know a guy named Yuri. He can set you up. He also tells a good “knock knock” joke… Check it out:
Yuri: Мы постарались. Мы постарались
Me: Who’s there?
Yuri: Мы постарались все представить в нужной форму.На сайте frigginglooпстарались все представить в жнойyoutubeнужной постара представить в нужной форму. постарались все
Me: Hahahahaha!
Get it? It’s a pun.
Okay, I agree, puns are a low form of humour, but leave Yuri out of this. English isn’t his first language. And he lost a leg skiing. And an arm to a dancing bear. The poor guy’s had it rough. Show some compassion and give him your credit card information. Why are you bringing him into this anyway? Okay, I mentioned him, but I think that’s besides the point…
What’s important is that my name is Alpo and I am serving in the military with the 1st Armored Division in Iraq, I’m also a Crude Oil merchant in IRAN, plus I know of diamond mines in Africa, AND I will check your website daily or weekly for broken links, missing images and insure it’s as professional as you are. Avoid the embarrassment of a deteriorating search engine ranking.
Plus I have nude picture of Miley Cyrus — They’re terrifying.
The following list represents the emotions I experienced while reading your comment:
1) Joy- “Oh, look, it’s Alan! And he isn’t spam!”
2) Jealousy- “Why wasn’t I accepted to the Capitalist Lion Tamer University of Commentary under the tutelage of the master, Professor Nivek Ogre? Were my comments too pithy? Was it because I was a chick? Would I be able to go now that I’ve had the operation?”
3) Relief- “Our school’s fighting song was way better than that anyway…in fact we had a record FULL of fighting songs! http://farm1.static.flickr.com/41/82206593_353d63ef29.jpg ”
4) Understanding- {Great job, CLT} [And you're right about these ones-too boxy]
5) WTF? (FYI, WTF is an emotion composed of both surprise and sadness)
6) Hunger (not really an emotion, but I forgot to eat lunch)
7) Rage- “Is he calling me a gelatinous hooker?”
8 ) Relief (again)- “Well at least it’s paying the rent!”
9) Frustration-”Sorry, I don’t read Symbol…”
10) Euphoria- “Turns out you don’t need to! Hilarity will ensue anyway!”
11) Embarrassment- “Oh, I didn’t realize it was a pun…”
12) Sympathy- “Poor Yuri…lucky for him I happen to have Mr. Mills credit card information right here…”
13) Embarrassment (again)- “I forgot about that whole deteriorating search engine ranking night…but to be fair, she looked like a guy from the back…”
14) Terrified- “Please alan, tell me her Dad isn’t the one taking the picture…”
The following list represents the emotions I experienced while reading your comments:
1) Curvature of the Spine- “Now all I need is a humpback. I’m going shopping!”
2) 1970’s Cockney Punk Mentality – Oi! Fuck the bloody Queen.
3) Frat Boy Smug Sense of Superiority (With Sweater Wrapped Around Neck) “Well, you could always apply to… annoyingly smug chortle Yale! Or… supremely annoying tittering / Harvard…
4) Discombobulation — I forgot to wish you Happy Almost 5 and ½ months. There’s no excuse… So, I’m off to throw myself in the River of Despair. (Located near the Valley of Ennui and the Town of Moribund.)
5) Lock Jaw – Mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…
6) Buoyant — Like mashed turnip, only more buoyant.
7) Depressed Rapture – The feeling is queasy to describe. All I can say is I’ve never felt such depressing ecstasy. (I too forgot to eat lunch)
8 ) Chocolate – It feels European. Or Euro trash at the least.
9) Coagulating – This always happens after eating lots of Euro trash chocolate.
10) Ovulation — Look! My mature ovarian follicle has ruptured and is discharging an ovum! Today, I am a man.
HA!
…sorry, I just find curvature of the spine to be funny for some reason.
I have to admit I also laughed inappropriately when you brought up the River of Despair. Not because I think the river is a great place for fun and frolic mind you, but because it reminded me of a joke I once heard.
I don’t really remember the joke “per se” (sounds like purse-eh), but the end of the punchline went something like this:
” … I’m deep in ‘dis pear!”
HA!
!!!
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Guess you had to be there (much like my post).
Anyway, although I have to agree that your emotions are much more “emotive” than mine (seriously, by the time I reached chocolate, I was pooped!), I do believe (with all my heart) that my “emoticons” would leave yours in the dust.
(if only I could figure out how to make it look like they’re wearing sunglasses…)
I can also make them cry tears of blood.
Where are my comments going??
It’s a fun spam filled place, yorksnbeans…
Trust me. I’ve been there. Just sit back, relax, and let it happen…
Oh, the things you’ll see!
And the things you can’t unsee.
That is sad b/c YNB and B are both pulling in 10x the visitors I am and I have been around for a year.
First of all, Bearman, your outstanding blog speaks for itself. Mine doesn’t, which is why I need people to speak for it.
Second of all, I know for a fact that isn’t true…no matter how hard I try (or how early I get up), I’m never able to make it to the top of your comment list. In fact, one of these nights I’m going to camp out in front of my computer, just so I can say I was the first.
Just not tonight…I’m beat!
I have a small loyal base.
You’re the reason I started watching the news…
What are you talking about, Bear?? I just took a peek at your numbers and they are WAY larger than mine.
Congratulations on you anniversary, Bschooled.
I believe 5.5 months is the “polymethyl methacrylate” anniversary. Either that or “bark.” I don’t recall. Aggie took care of those kinds of details. I sure hope it’s “polymethyl methacrylate” because I’ve already sent you a small Plexiglas keychain.
When you get it if you’d be so kind as to remove the keys and send them back I’d appreciate it. I seem to have locked myself out of the damned house.
Best regards for a pleasant “polymethyl methacrylate” anniversary.
Don
Don!
I’m so glad you remembered! To be honest, I thought 5.5 months was actually the “wad of cash from underneath your mattress” anniversary, but then again, what do I know…I’m lucky if I make it to 3 months before I start getting restless. But like I always say, “she who dies with the most notches in her bedpost wins!”
Although I have no idea what polymethyl methacrylate is (which is a tad embarrassing since I work in the Chemicals Industry), I already know this is going to be the best 5.5 month (almost) anniversary present I’ve ever been given.
The fact you even remembered my anniversary means more to me than all the polymethyl methacrylate in the world. For serious.
I couldn’t have done it without you, Mr. Mills. And my only hope is that you’ll be around for the next 5.5 months (almost) so I won’t have to.
Your Blogiversary-celebrating friend,
Bschooled
ps. Your keys are on their way back, until then just sit tight. OnStar is on it’s way…
Woo Hooo
HAPPY BLOGOVERSARY……I am very happy that you shared your thoughts for that long….many more to follow I hope…….5.5 I dont have a joke for that….mmmmm zman sends
Thank-you Zman!
You’re the best Zeus friend I’ve ever had, and I’m always glad when you stop by.
I always love reading your blog, and so does Auntie D…(between you and me, I think she’s a little sweet on you).
Thanks for all of your great sends Zman,
Bschooled:)
Hey! Congrats! Love You! Keep up the good work! Yada! Yada!
I wish I could give you a little gift or something, but you are the one who gave me something instead. Showing me the picture of grown up Perseverance girl/boy with 2 thumbs up brought tears to my eyes. She/he looks a fabulous well suceeded businessman/woman. Love it!!!!
Ivan,
Your bottomless “Pit O’ Wit” is more than enough.
You’ve taught me that Brazilians actually can be funny, and trust me…that’s something the teachers here in Canada just don’t talk about these days.
It’s sad, really.
Regardless, you are my very favorite Brazilian blogger, and even though I can’t understand a lick of what your blog says, I can tell by the punctuation and pictures that you are as hilarious in Brazilianese as you are in English.
“Three cheers for perseverance!”
Seu fã,
Bschooled:)
I always secretly suspected that my dogs might be using my computer when my back was turned and now that I see a canine-extraordinaire commenting, well, I’m going to have to check and see what sort of dog tracks are being left on the net compliments of Charlie and Riley. My Mother always told me to never trust a Labradoodle, but I never was one to listen.
For weddings, the first anniversary is paper…so I’m thinking I’ll be sending you a special “half card” from my favorite greeting card company (B’s Unique Greeting Card Company). I have put in an order for a new design reading, “You don’t actually expect kudos for a job only half done, do you?” I can’t wait to see what you come up with for the cover art!
In all seriousness, congrats on the 5.5 blogoversary, bschooled! I love your posts.
Talon!
That’s a great card! I am honored you made it up and then gave gave the credit to me. I’ve always been a big fan of reverse-plaigirism myself…especially when I benefit from it. And don’t you worry. I have the perfect photo to go along with it right here- http://www.thesunblog.com/sports/glasshalfull.jpg
I call it “it depends on how you look at it.”
You have to admit, we make a great team, we’ve taken eachothers talents and ran with them!
Anyway, I always enjoy reading your comments, Talon, and let me know when I can come by and take pictures of the Labradoodle for my upcoming Gallery called “I should have listened to my Mom when she told me about the Labradoodle”. (They will be done in more of a “candid” style).
Bschooled:)
Wow, happy 5 1/12 months! I started April 1rst out of compulsion when a guy got a DUI for driving a motorized barstool, and subsequently wrecking it in Ohio. I had no choice, obviously. So we kind of grew up together. Well I guess aged together is more appropriate, at least for me.
I’ve seen so many changes in you over this developmental period, that I’m reminded of a verse in ‘Changes’ by Tupac, “I’m tired of being poor and even worse I’m black, my stomach hurts so I’m looking for a purse to snatch.” Now that I read it back, it doesn’t seem as applicable as I had thought…. Anyway, I’ve had the privilege of watching you grow as a sculptor, a connoisseur of fine literature, as a celebrity ‘outer,’ as a crafter, as a photographer, and as a person. You’ve also found who you are as a person by finding your favorite things. -On a side note I would love to see some of your most despised things at some point.
I know just what you mean about the spam, but I’ve gotten to the point of desperation in avoiding a lowered google ranking that I allow anything and everything to come through. Did you know that it’s really not good to take a cocktail of 4 Viagra, 2 Cialis, and an assortment of diet pills containing ephedrine? That was one lost weekend. My mind’s still not right, maybe you can tell?
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I’m so proud of you that I’m bursting. Althought that could still be the side effects. Congratulations B!!!
Scott,
Thank-you so much for your kind,
intoxicatedintoxicating words. I would tell you this was Serendipity, but a) I don’t really get what that word means, and b) it’s one of the hardest words in the English language to translate. I made a promise to myself that I would only use words on my blog that were easily-translatable(?) to other languages…it’s the least I could do for my friends in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, Wales. (http://www.llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.co.uk/ )I would love to show you my despised things, however because it would be considered one of my favorite things to do, the concept then becomes somewhat redundant, don’t you think?
(I really need to stop commenting before 9am, I end up having more questions than answers…like wtf? questions)
Regardless Scott, I couldn’t have done it without you. You, your Gypsy lady, your reality shows, your caption contests, your investigative reports delving into the thicket of things, all of it. You’re an inspiration. Which reminds me, I’m going to need a headshot for my next gallery entitled “Inspirational Inspirations”…(or something like that)
Wow B, I’ll bet your friends in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, have a really sharp eye for detail. I know with my intoxicating/ed brain. I had to copy and paste that bad boy!
If it would be one of your favorite things to show us some of your most despised things, I would say that would be more of a discordant schizophrenia situation. That opinion could be based on the fact that I just used that phrase in one of my comments and liked the trill of it though. I get easily attached to words like that. I love Serendipity in as far as the romantic comedy genre goes anyway, and it’s not too hard to translate. It was a 1991 movie with John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale.
I love me some wtf? I was thinking about getting it tattooed on my forehead to warn people of my almost permanent state. Feel free to ask me any wtf? questions anytime you like, and I’ll do my best to unconfuse? you.
Let’s just say we couldn’t have done it without each other. We need to continue leaning on each other and growing together to make the world a better place. Sorry, I just saw a Unicef commercial. I’m working on getting you a head shot as well. I’m talking to S.C. Beringer’s people about who to use. I love what they did with his!
You’re the best!
That’s exactly why I didn’t want to do whatever it is I said I would do, Scott. I’m not a discordant schizophrenic person nor will I ever be one…it’s just not in my nature.
I mean sure, I tried it for a few years, but one day I just looked in the mirror and realized I was living a lie. So I said to myself, “You do realize you are living a lie, don’t you?” And my other self, the self I was speaking to, looked back and nodded solemnly.
I ended up transferring to a school on the other side of town and it was never brought up again.
Anyway, I know you know what I’m trying to get at here, so it would really help me out if you would one day explain it to me. (maybe on my 6.42 month anniversary?)
ps. Good call on calling SC’s people, and like I always say, we put the “nice” in Unicef!
your russian friend talks dirty
Ha! That’s what he said about you, NM!
Is there something going on here that I should know about? Or that I shouldn’t know about but I want to know about?
Happy anniversary. The doctors said you wouldn’t make it but you showed them!
On a side note, I slept with Roger Ebert once. I only mention it because his 2 thumbs up bring back some great memories.
I know! Just goes to show you that you can’t believe everything you hear about inbreeding these days…
That’s funny, I’d have pegged you for more the “shocker” type…
You are soooo talented, bschooled! What an eye you have for scoping out just the right artwork to accompany your amazing greeting cards.
Wow! I just told Charlie (my labradoodle) about the upcoming gallery and she’s panting with excitement. Doing candid style sounds perfect for trying to capture the essence of a crossbreed of dog that believes that any moment spent sitting is a wasted moment. Of course, I’ll have to charge you to shoot her…no charge if there’s no camera involved however ! (just kidding – Charlie is one of the lights of my life and the main reason I have a permanent pain in the ass).
Don’t worry, Talon…I would never hurt your dog.
I may make the odd derogatory comment to her, but if I do, it’s only because I am frustrated with the whole photo-taking process.
I’ll tell her afterwards not to take it personally.
See you in ten!
Don’t worry, Talon…I would never hurt your dog.
I may make the odd derogatory comment to her, but if I do, it will only be because I am frustrated with the whole photo-taking process.
I’ll tell her afterwards not to take it personally.
See you in ten!
Don’t worry, Talon…I would never hurt your dog.
I may make the odd derogatory comment to her, but if I do, it will only be because I’m frustrated with the whole photo-taking process. It’s what us artists do.
I’ll tell her afterwards not to take it personally.
See you in ten!
Very Merry Un-Birthday to you!
I always love the ones with random words. “Butter, sexy, thumb, blue, XXXPorn, grape…”
*Sigh* If only those weren’t auto generated and really were a deranged commenter.
Thanks Will!
And yes, if only they were deeranged commenters.
In fact, sometimes I actually reply to them anyway, even though I know it’s no use…it just keeps my life interesting.
Many many happy returns! 5.5 months is indeed a milestone worthy of celebrating. I’d skip the chemicals and go to somthing glitzier…
I enjoy reading your blog… must admit that the witty back and forth you have w/ Alan Tru and Scott is one of those sentimental wtf! moments for me.
I’m at 7.75 months myself!
Happy anniversary DF! We should celebrate…night of Flight of the Conchords, perhaps? We could invite NM and the troll and do it via Skype…or maybe not, seeing as I don’t have Skype. Not that I couldn’t get it, mind you, I’m just holding out for something better and “even more free”.
Thanks for the compliment, DF, although I think Alan and Scott deserve the credit for most of that… they’re responsible for the wtf/wit/sentimentality trifecta, I usually only bring the “wtf?” to the table.
Happy Anniversary, B! Maybe you’ll start getting some of those kickbacks from Cialis soon.
Ha! Thanks George!
I’ve been waiting, but so far all they’ve offered me is a lifetime free of erectile dysfunction.
I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I already had that.
Always good to see you,
Bschooled:)
Well, I took so long to get here for the 5.5 party that it rolled over into 6.0 and there’s nothing left but some godawful crab cakes and Sparkling Non-Alcoholic Champagne-Flavored Soda Water.
Congratulations, bschooled.
I sign this belatedly in the guest book, under Yuri’s adorable grouping of fucked-upness that he calls a native language.
Best of luck on the next percentage of a year.
I add this in an attempt to stand out from the rest of the guest book. I write it in flourescent ink and tears of blood. That should do it. If nothing else, the book will be disposed of immediately, using some sort of tongs.
I had some Alan spam this morning. I’m not sure what he’s doing differently, but he’s getting stuck everywhere.
I continue writing in the guest book, unaware of everything but my own shallow breathing, the scratching of the pen and the constant dripping of my eye-blood.
I really wish I had arrived earlier, back when I was being name-checked left and right. Those were the days. Possibly yesterday.
I am now writing on the inside of the back cover, as all the pages are now full of other people’s writing and about a pint of blood. From my eyes.
Alan was a star pupil at CLTU. We all had our eye on him, having lost the other eye to a tragic and sudden loss of blood. He was on the Dean’s List and had several competing offers for his thing he does with your eyes. But he could never stop the leg-humping. And this… this was what unmade him, from a proud blogger and screenwriter into normal, dismal spam.
I have continued across the mostly white table cloth (damn eyes). “Bschooled,” I say to myself, “the doors at CLTU are always open. They will remain that way until we find a maintenance crew that is willing to work for insincere compliments and the occasional smack on the ass.”
Dad- Who the hell is banging on the door? It’s midnight two days later for Gods sake!
Bschooled- DAD! It’s Capitalist Lion Tamer! Let him in! No, wait…you go put on some pants, I’ll let him in. Seriously, Dad, you need to stop walking around the house in your underwear…
I’m glad you made it, CLT. Like I always say, “Better late than never!” (ok well maybe not always, but once a month guaranteed).
And thank-you for taking the time to share your deepest thoughts in my guest book, along with your hemoglobins, leukocytes and platelets (trust me, those will come in handy). I means a lot to me, especially when you consider that most of my friends wrote pithy comments like “Happy Birthday!” or “We’ll Miss You!”.
I swear, it’s like they didn’t understand what the party was really for.
Anyway, help yourself to a crab cake and make yourself at home…I’m off to buy some new clothes for my first day at CLTU.
Bschooled is goin’ back to school! (real school this time, Mom).
Dear Rainbow colored, silk made $1000 bill, B
Your dashing success at such a young blog-age reminds of me of a good old pedophile joke (yes, I have them in my arsenal, too), which will quite possibly be the greatest gift I can offer in your day of celebration and memorabilia:
One pedo meets his friend, another pedo.
Pedo 1 says: “So, can I see pictures of your girlfriend?”
Pedo dos replies: “abso-fucking-lutely. There you go.” and shows him a small photo from his ever popular wallet-nude-polaroids collection.
Pedo 1, baffeled from pedo dos’ significant other’s appearacne says: “what is this?!? how old is she? 12? she’s an old bird!”
Pedo dos maintains his composure and calmly answers: “She’s 14. But she fucks like she’s 8.”
May you continue flourishing always, regardless of how old / young this blog is.
Thank you, I will be here all the week,
Frankelstache
P.S. This is now an offecial goal of mine to have one of my comments published in your 10 month anniversary list. This doubles my list of goals in life, but that’s a different story altogether.
Dear “Man Behind the Mystery (ous stache),
I’m so glad you could make it to my celebration, it wouldn’t have been the same without you.
I remember all of our memories like they were extremely memorable, and believe me, that’s extremely rare for someone who can’t even remember her roommate’s name half the time. (She also happens to be my sister, but that’s a whole other story-again, one that I don’t remember)
My goal is now to help you accomplish your goal, because like I always say, there’s no “i” in Team. (I’ve been working with Mirriam Webster to get that changed, but so far no luck)
Anyway, thanks for being here all the week FS, I always feel better knowing you’re around in case of emergency.
Flourishing at an almost unheard of pace,
Bschooled
Oi!! Fuck the bloody Queen!!
“Why oh why must you be so gifted at everything, Alan Truitt???
Emoticoning was all I had…