OK, my lovelies today is a lurve fest.
Today I gotz me heaps of bling to fling and a little sharing the warm fuzzies.
My girl Meg at Dipping into the Blogpond, bestowed me a freaking AWESOME gift, on my birthday no less, of 500 Entrecard credits in her Pay it Forward post.
And now it is my turn to spread the lurve. Or PIF it. Well technically piffing is chucking something out/disposing of or whatever, but lets just pretend for today that it is a good thing. K? K.
So my little contribution is one of two things. You can either have:
A button on my sidebar linking to your blog under ‘Where the cool kids hang out’ for a month
I will do a review of your blog on mine or yours, your choice. Remembering I have a fucking foul mouth and a warped sense of humour. So if like, your boss or your grandma reads your blog you may wanna pass on that.
In order to win one of these
paltry piss poor cheap arsed lazy biatch can never get her arse into gear enough to get to the post office to send anything wonderful bloggy gifts, you need to leave a comment on this post. Not just any comment, a mini review of this blog. Just a couple of lines. The funniest, most ridiculous, bizarre or just down right weird will be picked by my minons daughters to be placed in a new section of the blog entitled, well, something funny anyway. Linking to your blog for like forever.
But you don’t have to do that to win, it is just a little extra incentive *snort*. I will close comments on 19 March (Aussie time, so 18 I think for my Northern Hemisphere lovelies) and, in honour of Easter, will get Amy the bunny to pick the winner. With photographic evidence.
Now to the bling. Oh my, I have had some awesome bling flung my way from my absolutely favourite peeps.
So in no particular order I will be flinging the bling after every post this week.
Meg gave me The Blogging Mentor award
Tiff gave me You make my day award
AND Spread the love
as did Lightening.
Whymommy gave me Bloggers of the world.
as did Maddy
Well, four is enough for one day doncha think? Now get your thinking caps on and let the insanity ooze out the sides. Make me gaffaw people, or at least thank God that you don’t know where I live.
I will leave you with a nice little homemaker tip.
When it is hotter than fuck and you really couldn’t be bothered cooking for your ravenous hordes, chuck a hunk o meat in the crockpot and hide the bastard in the laundry.
Then the house won’t heat up. Genius. Bow to my ingenuity.
But remember to lock the door. Lest a tiny terrorist wanders in and decides to add washing powder to it.
In the famous words of that french fucker in Finding Nemo: