Meg and I had an idea the other day. Scary, I know. Click HERE to find out more about Blog of Love. This shit is real, so Bee-Spot nominees better step up.
dude, one point in your column for sure. but not for being brett michael (although, that has been taken into consideration). no, for actually commenting on my sad little establishment. thanks!
d - if i knew, i'd tell you. in the meantime, i think you should start blogging again. about kissing my ass.
tk - of course there's a prize! ask meg about it. um, thanks for that really heartfelt compliment? and, you do not. but that's a good way to stay in the game. lying/flattery = way into my blogheart.
Dear blythe b. spot: You rock, rock. Seriously. And as I said yesterday (while we were IMing back and forth for hours and hours!) don't let that dmbmeg say bad things about me. I think she is upset because I implied you may or may not be my favorite girl-blogger, and the m.don takes implications very, very seriously. You just let me know if you would rather have 1) heartfelt compliments about your personal appearance 2) heartfelt compliments about the wittiness of your blog, 3) naked photos, or 4) made up boasts and compliments, such as TK is providing.
fine. i guess i can break out the fastball again at the abortion of a blog that my corner of cyperspace has become. if the mag blog suffers until i'm unceremoniously jettisoned then so be it. and i ask again, have the cigarettes you've bummed off of me bought me anything? you know i have more!
a certain blog revealed cajun boy's *delight* in having his ass eaten... should he win, there could be expectations on his end that you're not quite ready to fulfill...
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like i said over at meg's joint...shouldn't i just win this thing by default solely because my name is brett michael?
dude, one point in your column for sure. but not for being brett michael (although, that has been taken into consideration). no, for actually commenting on my sad little establishment. thanks!
blythe, have I mentioned today just how beautiful your eyes are.
so. i confused. what am i supposed to do again? does this mean i need to start blogging again. or just kiss your ass?
'cause i can do both. admittedly, not very well on either count, but i can try.
Is there a prize? I only dance for prizes. It shall have a place of honor next to my medals for Olympic skee-ball and my college diploma.
Um... your blog is quite lovely. There. I complemented you.
Oh, and no joke? I have a playlist on my ipod called bee-spot, composed of tracks I stole from here. For reals.
erictbhhd - why, no, no you haven't.
d - if i knew, i'd tell you. in the meantime, i think you should start blogging again. about kissing my ass.
tk - of course there's a prize! ask meg about it. um, thanks for that really heartfelt compliment? and, you do not. but that's a good way to stay in the game. lying/flattery = way into my blogheart.
My first thought: I'm going to play you girls like a recorder.
My second thought: Shit. I should have said fiddle.
Hand to God. I downloaded every song on the front page, and was too lazy to organize it, so I just made a playlist. It's on my ipod right now.
You are now immortal. At least, until my ipod shits the bed.
dan - oh, i like recorders. so much so that i was in recorder choir in fifth grade. do i still have one? yes.
tk - points for keeping up a lie and for using "shits the bed" - one of my all time favorite phrases.
b- you are the best thing that's happened to oklahoma since the dust bowl.
I was totally heartbroken until I realized those were are boys that were nominated. I forgive you.
d - uh, great? thanks? i take it you want out.
julie - i wanted to nominate girls (you'd be at the top), but meg said no. actually, she just never responded then i forgot.
Then it's settled. You get the recorder. Meg gets the fiddle (...).
you'd be at the top of my list as well. friends.
did i win?
you won't talk to me in real life and you think you're going to win in blog life? not so fast, buddy.
Dear blythe b. spot: You rock, rock. Seriously. And as I said yesterday (while we were IMing back and forth for hours and hours!) don't let that dmbmeg say bad things about me. I think she is upset because I implied you may or may not be my favorite girl-blogger, and the m.don takes implications very, very seriously. You just let me know if you would rather have 1) heartfelt compliments about your personal appearance 2) heartfelt compliments about the wittiness of your blog, 3) naked photos, or 4) made up boasts and compliments, such as TK is providing.
Garrett Reid = next to die.
fine. i guess i can break out the fastball again at the abortion of a blog that my corner of cyperspace has become. if the mag blog suffers until i'm unceremoniously jettisoned then so be it. and i ask again, have the cigarettes you've bummed off of me bought me anything? you know i have more!
oh garrett, you're off to a good start. i would advise trying out numbers 1 - 4. i'd rather not choose.
tk - this is a family blog!
alex - oh man. i was about to count you out! effing cigarettes. F!
Wait... I can say "shits the bed" but I can't threaten murder?
Goddamn police state is what this is.
*grumble grumble*
I'm completely naked in theory right now.
yes! i've bought myself some time!
I'd let all of you win if it was up to me.
Oh wait, it is up to me.
I think its a terrific idea! Plus its linked me to some great new bloggers who I've never read. I'll be following along!
did i mention that i'm 6'5'' and that my cock has been compared to a baby's arm.
a certain blog revealed cajun boy's *delight* in having his ass eaten... should he win, there could be expectations on his end that you're not quite ready to fulfill...
maybe it's best to just vote him off now.
oh look, a box of wine...
Go Sooners! Beat Utah State!
Uh....
Boomer!
(that's right, isn't it? remember, I'm new.)
@mr. shain...salad tossing is a spiritual experience.
i like the infighting.
don't give up d!
boomer sooner salad!
Christ,I take a few days off and all hell breaks loose.
Did I win?
Or, more importantly, did Shain lose (yet)?
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