I am tired. We are on night 4 of the fucking stealth ninja moves (AKA Boo wandering around the house and keeping me up! Ninja day is TOMORROW Boo….. shiiiiite)
Any way. A quickie tonight, not a longie. Any one guess what movie that is paraphrased from? It is obscure, like me…. but here is a hint, it is about a vampire. The line is ‘No. With you never a quickie, always a longie.’
Yeah, I’ve had some wine. Can you tell *snigger*
I am glad that everyone else is as pissed at Blogger as I am. I have seen a few posts saying that people using other blogging platforms are just bitching because they are not getting the ‘link’. Asshats. Betcha those biatches would be the first to bitch if their pretty little avi’s disappeared…
But as a whole, there is a shit load of bloggers up in arms about this little scheme of Blogger. Meg the amazing has another post up with more information. Pop over there and have a look, oh and tell her I sent you cause then she will lurve me *smirk*
Now everyone is waiting with bated breath (WTF does that mean, you smell like fish heads? Wiggling dying worms? Ewwy. Go brush your teeth) to hear the fate of the Bathroom Tree™. Well as the inmates went all girly on me I relented and took the gorgeous tree out of the bathroom. It is now in the hall

Isn’t it purdy? The door on the left is my room and the right is Boo’s so we get the scent of Christmas all night long. Mmmmmm
But you didn’t think I would let the bastards off that easily did you? Scarlett needs her tree as God as her witness remember? So here is the bathroom tree.

Fuckers have moved it over. But I got em back. Oh yes I did, dear internets. They now have the pleasure of tinkling while they tinkle. See those ‘baubles’?
They are BELLS!!! Just brush past the tree slightly and the sound of bells echoes through the house! Bwaaaa haaaa haaaaa!
Teach em to mess with me and my tree. Now I need some wine induced sleep.
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Comments are still open to think of a new name for Mario-porn-star. Well at least until I work out how to do a poll on this blog so you can vote properly. Meg? Snoskred? Help a chick out? Again?






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But I lurve ya anyway
Polls, dang – I don’t know if it’s possible on a WP.com blog.
A tree in the bathroom, I never thought of that. LOL
You role me!
hmm I should look at putting up my tree and maybe decorating, I wonder how the boy would tolerate a bathroom tree, don’t think it would last long hahahaha
you might be able to find a poll site to link to, if you cant post one on wordpress
http://www.pollhost.com/ heres one that might work since your buttons are HTML
I just hope to God that no one wipes their tushie with an ornament in the middle of the night.
Oh, and I hate Blogger. But I don’t hate my Blogger friends. But I do hate Blogger. In case that wasn’t clear.
We all hate Blogger! I’m only on it because it is free and I’m cheap like that.
Your tree is too cute!
Hehehehe excellent! jangle those bells
cheers kim.
A hallway tree and a bathroom tree! I love it!
Meg:
Bugger re the poll….
Mystarbucks: But wait there are more…. lots more…
Beebeejaybee: I lurve you. Will have a play some time this arvo!
Contrary: *snigger* and if they do it will be scream-jingle-scream! I am the same re the blogger friends, some of my fav blogs are blogger ones. I guess my personal brand of madness would alert them that the comment was from me.
Glinda: Wordpress is free…. just sayin’
Kim: *giggle*
Veronica: Um, there are TWO hallway trees…. *snigger*
Hah, I got your movie quote. It’s LAFB (I didn’t want to give it away here completely).
Maybe they should just change Blogger to Bugger…
YAY!!! I lurve that movie! And The Jerk….I am giving my brother a paddle ball and a chair for Christmas *gaffaw*
Lovin both trees!! As I’m a blogging virgin, I don’t think I have the balls to comment on blogger. But if you say it sucks, I’ll go along with that.
I came over here via starbucks, and damn near fell out of my seat. I bow to your greatness…to your bathroom tree… and to Boo the destroyer. Thanks for the laughs!
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