This post is to simply tell you that I'm still alive. And to thank Feryx from Sydney (that's in Australia, by the way) for being the very first to sponsor my blog with this fabulous in-post ad. Click here to see her kick-ass blog and celebrate the fact she bought me four bottles of good wine at a discounted price.
(See... I told you I wouldn't write anything embarrassing about you.)
Have a great weekend, my little chicken dumplings.
Send me a love letter via the interwebs if you want to advertise here. Now click here and make me proud.
UPDATE: Because God is a jokester, this conversation just took place via Yahoo Messenger five minutes ago:
Me: Hi :)
Cassie: What're you doing?
Me: Super tired.
Cassie: What'd you do last night?
Me: Was up until five. Went out to a movie and then drinks with _________ and it just sort of became a long night.
Cassie: No way!?
Me: No, not like that. We're just friends.
Cassie: Good. Because you know that _______ (estranged friend) slept with him.
Me: I'd rather vomit on my favorite pair of shoes than be an eskimo sister with that cuntazoid.
Cassie: Be nice...
Me: Oh, I am.
Cassie: Okay, just whatever you do, don't blog about it.
Me: I won't.
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How ironic that just last night we were talking about an ex-football player from high school, Mr. Good Kisser. And now it turns out that you danced the horizontal mambo with his special lady at some point in the past.I'm very amused by all this.
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Okay, now I'm really done, guys. Click here and enjoy.
26 comments:
I must say I would have much rather seen a real picture with your stuff blurred out than a cartoon!!!
Congrats on your first sponsor!
If I ever write a book, will you illustrate if for me?
Yay new post!
In south Florida, it almost seems like sex is a "six degrees of separation" game.
I bet I know someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who has bumped uglies with you...
Wait, I (kind of) know you. And you sleep with yourself all the time.
Wow, that was easier than I thought.
Glad to hear you didn't come to an untimely death young one.
The Miami airport would be overflowing with your bereaved fans.
BE CAREFUL- put the wine down til you're dry.
Aside from the fact that my husband looks at me in disgust whenever I wear flip flops, they are not allowed to leave the house under any circumstance. It took doing a slip and slide demo down a flight of stairs and doing the flip flop dance on wet hallways in the building a few times to get them permanently banned.
Clare: Sure. I accept payment in Kettle one form.
Lost in Idaho: You're a genius ;)
GourmetK: I'm telilng you I almost ate it. It was awful. It's only the foamy flip flops, though.
ditch the dude from last night. he's no good.
Cuntazoid! My new favorite word. Thank you. It will replace 'cunt nugget'.
wet flip flops have tried to do me in on more than one occasion,,, sneaky f'ers! Glad you survived. Hope you didn't spill your wine. That would make me sad for you.
Heh. Love the pic, Gorgeous. The photo, I mean. Though the cartoon isn't bad, either. You have a good weekend yourself!
LOL gotta love near death experices with flip flops always intertsting never a dull moment. and you always have the funniest pics on here.
-manda-
ah yes, you have finally discovered the joys of blogging without pants! welcome to the club. :D
More importantly, were you able to save the wine? I mean, that's important, after all! Oh and "cuntazoid" my new favorite word. Thanks! hahaha
I stopped going to the movies because I don't get them. The popcorn kicks ass though.
I'm with Luda. CUNTAZOID! Hoorah!!
Yyyyaaaayyy for wine and thank you for the pantless advertorial!!! <3 to alcohol and airing out floppy oysters ! *clink*
You were able to save the wine, weren't you?
I agree with Whitney Soup, ditch that guy!
Wait, that relationship is referred to as Eskimo sisters? That may be the best thing I've ever heard ever.
football players can't be trusted.
first off...i fucking HATE those god damn flip flops. Secondly, i drink beer in the shower all the time...and two some dude just used me and the term "eskimo brothers" and I cried...cause I'm a whore. Loves you!
I had a dangerous run in with a pair of cheap foam flip-flops myself a little while back. Unfortunately price usually beats out safety...it's the dangers of being cheap.
http://danieloliverio.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-trip-to-laundromat.html
I just found your blog today, you are hilarious! I've never heard the term Eskimo sisters, I usually just say weiner cousins.
Wet flip flops have tried to do me in amny times, but I never spill a single drop! I haven't tried blogging without pants yet but I've come close...I blog in my underwear!
Excellent!
Congrats on your first sponsor! ;D
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