Friday, August 05, 2005


What can I say? The internet is a very scary place, sometimes.


Masked Menace© said...

*runs away screaming*

Cassandra said...

I'm not even going to ask where you found that.

spd rdr said...

I found it by clicking on the "Next Blog" button at the top right. I don't think I'll ever do that again.

Masked Menace© said...

Hey, maybe KJ can see if there's some kind of covenant that lets you control your Blogger-neighbor.

portia said...

I found it by clicking on "Next Blog"
Likely story.

Pooke said...

Frankly, I found it quite ispiring. I think I'll write my own poem right here in your comments.

Oh Bob,
I love you,
Your underwear on the floor
Bugs me no more
You fart in the bed
But our love is not dead
It only grows
Like the nails on your toes
Though your hair may be gray
I'll never stray
The Mets may suck
but there's noone else I'd rather hug
You've yet to master the toilet paper holder
Yet my love noone can smolder
For you alone can make me happy.
Like my poem? It's kinda sappy.
But this is for you, my darling Bob.
Schlamile. Schlamzle. Hossenfeffercorporated.

spd rdr said...

I am touched, Pooke.
But then, you already knew that.

Cricket said...

Children are needing counseling after such an expose. I suppose this means I will have to activate NetNanny.