Doesn’t ‘pron’ make you think of that movie thing ‘Tron’ about all the really cool robots or something. I dunno, I haven’t seen it being like 10 when it came out, but my current husband probably saw it, I think he was even engaged to some bint at the time. I say current husband cause if he keeps leaving his razors and tshirts and hair-fucking-gel all over the bathroom, and his freaking deodorant on THE BEDHEAD, he will be known as The Man Formerly Known As The Husband May His Soul Rest In Pieces Behind The Cubby House.
Wait. Did I get distracted again? Sorry. But I bought a new shovel yesterday! I know! Freaky co-incidence isn’t it?
Where was I? Oh yeah, the pron. Cause you say pron instead of the other so you don’t get the google freakshows coming to your blog. Cause looking for that would be FAR WORSE than todays Google fuckers:
That shit is tame compared to some of the freaky freakers that frequent good ol’ Chez Magnetobold.
So where was I going with this? Oh yeah, the pron that reminds me of Tron and then I go off on mad tangents. I am the queen of pron according to StumbleUpon. Cause I am constantly getting referrals from StumbleUpon and when I click on it I see this:
Yup. I am a Pron Queen.
Where is my fucking crown.
Every time (and it happens often, thankyou so much for stumbling me – if I knew who you were I would kiss you right on the mouth, tongues optional and dependant on your dental hygiene) my blog gets Stumbled it is put under ‘Pronongraphy’. If you click on Adult Content that will happen. I know I have a touch of the potty mouth, but pron?
And then they come. Men with questionable profile pics ‘Hello!’ and I vomit a little in my mouth. Cause I like me some dirty talk but I like to stalk you a little first, you know just to make sure you are not like a co-worker or something.
And speaking of co-workers, the other day I was at the pool with Boo (go Boo! You fucking ROCK the pool dude. London 2012 here we come!) waiting for the family change room to be free. Cause OF COURSE there is only ONE fucking family room the size of a small house and dammit I just need one little corner of the freaking thing, and girl, does it really take 20minutes for you to change that 4 year old? So we are standing there and Boo is flappin’ and a squealin’ and a guy in a pair of budgie smugglers that his mama probably bought him when he was 9 and could do with replacing cause they are almost see through and far far too tight – not that I was looking or anything – comes up to me. ‘Hi Kelley!’ I look up and it is one of the managers from across the hall. So I say the first thing that comes to mind ‘Oh! I didn’t recognise you naked.’
Cause I am the fucking Queen of the Pron.
Still waiting for my crown people.
Hi, this is the rational side of Kelley’s brain. What she is so eloquently *snort* trying to say is Stumble away, she loves you long time if you stumble her shit, but don’t press ‘adult content’ cause that brings more freakshows to her blog looking for pics of her boobies and dammit, that stuff is only reserved for you.