Dear Blogger Lady,
Does it count as an official link when you link to a post that you are mentioned and front paged in.
Or is it like one of those Russian Dolls that just gets smaller and smaller and smaller until it is as tiny as Jeremy's dick or hd house's brain?
I don't want to commit a foe paw or whatever that french term is.
I don't like it when people yell at me.
Your pal,
Trooper
26 comments:
Oh, dear.
Modern life can be SO confusing.
Blogger ettiket is a minefield (not that I know what this post is about).
And it's fox pause.
Detroit's '70s styling was (compared to the glorious '50s) a wrong turn, IMO.
Secret squirrel, I hear what you are saying but girls just like to have fun.
Let it flow. I don't think it will ever get to be a big deal. Just a few blog friends shooting the shit. No harm no foul. When you get all serious and anal and self-important is when you start to have problems.
It's all about the food and the tits after all.
Love, your pal Trooper.
Or the food and the dicks for some of us.
Food and naughty bits, to be sure.
But sometimes there must be a beverage.
Food and naughty bitsAren't they they same?
Not if you're dating Amy Winehouse.
Jeremey has a little dick? I always think of him as a huge dick.
Seriously, he is one of the few people on the blogs I frequent that I loathe. Along with DTL.
Trey
...he is one of the few people on the blogs I frequent that I loathe. Along with DTL.
Trey, that is, of course, a feature for some people, not a bug.
Trooper here comes without all those extra features no one really wants, and that you have to pay for in the end anyway.
Theo, I appreciate your perspective on the matter.
Trey
LOL.
Implicit in the surprising news of Mr. Olson's loathsomeness is the perhaps deeper question of who would regard his presence as a feature.
Two or three tiny tweets have been chirped in the direction of that subject, but I will leave it to others to train their canaries to sing, if they wish.
Theo: Twitter's down right now for an hour- were those recent? I missed them.
CL, over the past couple of weeks, as I recall. Of course tweets exist in a kind of timeless haze, so I don't have the memory for them that I do for blog entries. Just something that's been raised oh so subtly and/or tangentially, hardly to notice.
But it's not the first time that people have wondered at the mouth of a cave of trolls opening directly into the lobby of an elegant theatre.
Twitter's down?
Oh, what shall we do?
Maybe there's something good on TV. Or anything.
I just pinched a loaf and it came out like soft serve ice cream comes out of that machine.
I inspected, natch, after I was done and it looked like a bowl of chocolate ice cream.
Do you know there is a name for the sexual act of getting blown while you take a dump?
I forgot it but it does have a name.
Not that I would want to do that. My loaves are a private affair.
Maybe there's something good on TV.
Careful, you'll spark one of those "Oh, I don't watch TV anymore..." "Oh yeah, well I haven't watched since 1988!" contests that happen all the time over at Althouse.
Trooper: Quite the Continental.
I think you mean "faux pax".
Wasn't faux pax that new TV network with the doctor show with Miley Cyrus's father.
I watch too much TV.
I watch 24 and the Sarah Conner Chronicles religiously.
Trey
Does that mean you take up a collection.
Because it is not a real religion unless they take up a collection.
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