Except when you have been branded by MB2.
Laura’s trampstampage
I spent a lot of the time at the conference fondling womens boobs – and one man – branded a few necks and shoulder blades with my awesomeness and as pictured above one rather lovely arse.
I am REALLY glad my sister-in-love insisted on a pedicure the day before.
Along with my business cards I brought along TEMPORARY tattoos (that were a motherfucker to remove, heh) of ‘i’m a biatch’ and the faaaaaaaabulous shoes in my sidebar, provided by the wonderful Raymond from Amazing Raymond – click on his link in my sidebar, I get NO compensation for you doing so he is just fucking awesome – and they provided some hilarious moments during the dinner dance.
If I branded you please send me a picture and your blog link {and a little blurb about the conference or just how much I ROCKED at the conference, heh} and I will create a page of all your boobage.
Right now I need to get my sick Boo well as he has standardised testing tomorrow for high school and anyone that knows my boy will know that he NEEDS to be well for this shit or he will ROCK the fucking test and then we will be fucked to the power of bacon.
I promise to post about the sheer terror and fabulousness of the last week ASAP.
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If I get out a texta and draw a pretend “I am a ” on my boobage, can I pretty please be on your page of awesome too? *says she who spent the weekend following tweets and pictures and this morning scouring the net for ABC blogs, enviously*
May the germs of Boo be fearful of you this day and completely bugger off. Cos you told them too.
So what are you asking for? A photo of my boobs?
Totally jealous of the Tats
It must have reeked of awesomeness at the #AusBlogConf. You can tell that Twitter was my only contact, LOL. Love those tatty-tats. Here’s hoping Boo can engineer the testing so he gets all the good stuff and no kick in the pants (fingers crossed). [[hugs]]
Fingers crossed Boo gets well for his test.
I rubbed one boob raw and there are still remnants of the biatch one. Wish I’d left it now, I noticed my coffee got served really quickly when I was wearing it. Perhaps you could send replacements, and I will advertise your blog on my boobage wherever we go.
I wore mine (on my arm) to church… and sang with my sleeves rolled up for 25min with it in full view of everyone.
No one asked about it… I think they were too scairt.
only have the ia left to scrub off. I think I am going to be sad when it goes. Loved meeting you – a total hightlight xx
I’m so glad I didn’t ask you to tattoo my forehead because after 3 days and 4 showers, my arm is still branded. I’m still in Sydney so as soon as I get home and get organised I’ll send you a pic I took yesterday.
Great talking with you on the floor near the kitchen too, and you have the best business cards ever xox
The tat’s still there! OMG!
Kelley, I suppose I’ve got to say I felt connected to all the other Biatches because of you. Many of us ended up flashing each other in honour of having the same tattoo artist. Woot! Dinner with the family the next day was a little awkward when my daughter peeked into my shirt and started reading the tat off my chest! Too funny! Cheers! Colin
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The temporary tattoos are genius!
can’t wait to hear about it.
And please tell me this thing is going to be in Melbourne next year?
Mine is still intact and in full view of the peasants.
Fingers crossed for Boo to get better – can you postpone the testing if he’s still unwell?
de-lurking here. I am no good at the witty one liners I am afraid. I can only type in a factual way with just a hint of mildy sardonic inflections. My comments are always way too long, I need to practise tweetering to facilitate the ability to condense my thought processes.
I spent the time sulking in the UK, suffering extreme green eyed monster syndrome whilst all you Aussie/Taz bloggers ……
See I can’t even talk about it. I am so warped with jealousy.
I come here via Veronica @sleeplessnights of whom I am very fond in fact I prefer the company of Kim from frogpondsrock and Veronica most of the time rather than my real time life.
I have however been enjoying the post AusCon debacle on various blogs.
Its the internet’s fault that my family thinks they have done something wrong, I mean how can I admit that I am in such a bad mood because women and a man have just had a brilliant time at some ‘do’ in Australia for ^%$^ sake.
I hope Boo feels better and although because of time differences the assessment may have happened already, I think that those who are supposed to know about children should not assess a child who is clearly unwell.
Because I rarely comment here I would just like to say. Your blog is great. Which is a very small word indeed to explain that I genuinely think your blog should be a book. On the shelves as a bestseller.
“the power of bacon”… now that’s some serious fuckage!
any chance you’re gonna sell those temp tats? i’ve got lots of boobage and would love to decorate with your wordage.
btw, i came here via your comment on the bloggess and am glad i made the click/trip. what a fun blog you have!
I want one!!!!!
Am still wearing mine with pride! Pity it’s not on my boob or I’d totally photograph it and send it to you!
Holy shitballs my arse is on the internet
My arse is forever!!!
Sadly I didn’t get tattooed, but at least I know how to get them off without scrubbing the skin raw.
Now how and when am I going to buy you that margarita?
Loved meeting you.
You are the awes xoxo
Looking forward to hearing all about it… well, the parts you have been given authority to tell, of course.
Hrmphhh…. I am absolutely jealous. I need a tatt, stat.
Temp tattoos is the BEST IDEA EVER!
Fucked to the power of bacon? I totally have to find a way to work that into conversation.
And I wish I had a Kelley tat…