It was called: Oh yeah, Baby…
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If you love me, go down. Come on, don’t be shy.
That’s it. That feels good. Scroll down a little more.
Read all my words. There are no secrets between us. We can share all our deepest thoughts. Read it. Just like that. When you click my older posts button I go crazy.
Don’t just skim the words and glance at the pictures. I want you to take it all in. I need you to feel the real me. Don’t make me beg. I know it’s long, but I swear you’ll like it if you give it a chance. I would never hurt you, baby.
Taste my tastefulness. Absorb my wit and charm. Tell me what parts you like, and I promise I’ll do more posts just the way you like it.
You can trust me. If I say I am going to come over to your blog soon, I really mean it. I’m not like those other guys. I know you’ve been hurt before. I know you are vulnerable and lonely, but I would never lie to you just to get what I want. I’m not like that.
I feel your eyes on me. I feel you soaking up my past.. Oh, keep going.. Yeah, just like that. Read me fast…
I’m going to blog all over you… I will fill you with my posts… Follow me, baby, follow me…
Oh, that was great. I hope it was good for you, too.
I am going to go outside and have a smoke.
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Sorry about that. I was just trying to make a point in an amusing way. We are all blog-tramps to some degree. Not much of a point, but there you have it.
Now, just to make sure you weren’t faking it, please answer the following questions;
1. How many brothers do I have?
2. What kind of animal statue were we all sitting on when we were little?
3. What did my parents put in my playpen besides me?
4. What was the name of the Sea Scout boat that I almost died on?
5. What are the names of my two daughters?
7. What famous toy was the subject of my first computer art class project?
8. Why would Conan the barbarian be a good babysitter? (In the form of an essay, please).
Just kidding. You don’t have to take the quiz.
But if you do, and you get them all right, I am going to have a bloggasm…









This makes me delightfully uncomfortable.
I try to go right up to the edge… but no farther
I need a shower all of a sudden….
I do feel bad about that one.
You should be…LOL!
yup
“Clean up in isle three!”
I know… sorry…
You are so weird. Lucy
I try to be… thanks.