I haven't been very active with the blogging lately. I've pretty much only been reading Nick, Ubie, Brooke and Adria (no offence everyone else). Not every day, either. So I don't think I need to explain myself when I suggest that I have no clue what happened today (well yesterday really). I've surmised that there was a fight, someone dropped the C-bomb, and now Ubie and Lilred are sharing me as some sort of FedExable manslave.
Adria you're right. This is fiction. I didn't see it as fiction, I saw it as an optional reality, but you've got it.
Keep on Trangling,
Anthony
15 comments:
i love it when you tell me i'm right.
LOVE IT.
ouch the C Bomb! I only use that one on my closest of friends when Im asking who needs a pint. If I said that to someone on blogger I'd be beggin for a flame war ya cunt! jokes gahh that word is so vile but straight to the point i guess.
On topic though Dia you are right and I couldnt ever see myself tyring to ask you out for Ice Cream. That just sounds so weird when i read it out loud.
I dropped out of the blogospher for two years. I used to do it all the time then things in my life started happening and blogdom wasnt so much fun anymore. I was able to keep this current one for a whole year now and Im only back into it because my summer days are going by a bit slow. Hope you can stick around though Anthony cause Ive had fun reading it.
I am thinking of renaming my blog the domestic disturbance blog.
1 adam 12, domestic dispute in progress...neighbors report broken crockery and liberal use of the c wrod....
whoa whoa whoa... Someone's got Ice Cream? Hook a brother up!
anthony,do you want us to stop shipment?if you dont like that we talk about you then we will stop.and yes i was the pushy one, and yes i didnt stay around to read them last night, but i had to make lasagna for my little princess...i am a mommy you know
underhill, this didnt happen in your blog, and its all been erased so you dont need to change anything.
I choose to believe I was the victim of misplaced rage.
I should've just stayed out of it. I have no interest in flame wars. My female solidarity got me thrust in the middle of someone else's discussion.
But now I know there is such a thing as Cunt Circus, which amuses me greatly. And I learned about Gropecunt Lane, which I am storing away in my memory as a possible book title.
Broken crockery? Oh no.
I don't mind the shipping. I was just surprised by it. Oh, and next time use a bigger crate please.
I think Gropecunt Lane was a hall on the second floor of my highschool.
will the second book be called lickcunt highway?
i think it would be expensive to ship you in say ..an elephant crate. maybe ill just send you an amtrack ticket..do they have them up there?
The closest thing I can do is get you the shipping instructions for Hippos. I know Anthony is slightly lacking in the girth dept, but it's pretty much the same thing.
Nice to know you're around my blog. :)
Elephants? Hippos? Ouch... my vanity.
We do have trains. But I'd rather take the bus.
nick, when did anthonys girth come into play here?
anthony, when you said"i like the bus" i thought of julia roberts in pretty woman. are you a prostitute named vivian?
I used to be... before the operation.
i thought you looked familiar...
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