I wish I was in Oklahoma
Here is all you need to know.
You know what I'm thinking, JS?
ROADTRIP!
Screw Louisiana, let's go to OK and see some up-close-and-personal Vivid Video action.
So, how are you? Fine? Good.
The creeping onset of writer's block has hit me with full force, so this is probably it for the day. Everybody update, as I'm more in a reading mood than a writing mood.
You know what we need? A common banner we can all run on our pages as members of the Winder Alliance or something like that. I'll make one up this afternoon if I get around to it. I'll even do the coding for those who are HTML-illiterate (I'm looking at you, JS).
I thought about adding some JavaScript to the blog template, but it would more than likely just be too annoying for words.
So I'll do it. :)
I added a refresh button down at the Spiderman strip so you can easily see all he strips. I think there's about twenty.
Enjoy, b!tches!
3 Comments:
Who the hell are you?
Fabulous, anyway.
Q
11:10 PM
Well...
*BEGIN SPONTANEOUS MUSICAL PRODUCTION*
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Some people call me the Space Cowboy.
Some people call me the Gangster of Love.
Some people call me Maurice.
'cause I speak of the pompatus of love.
People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
Well, don't you worry baby, don't worry
'Cause I'm right here, right here,
Right here, right here at home
'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
Wooo Wooooo
You're the cutest thing that I ever did see
I really love your peaches, wannna shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time
'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
Wooo Woooo
People keep talking about me, baby
They say I'm doin' you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
'Cause I'm right here at home
You're the cutest thing I ever did see
Really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Come on baby and I'll show you a good time
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*END SPONTANEOUS MUSICAL PRODUCTION*
More importantly, who the hell are you, how the hell did you get here, and where the hell are my pants?
12:20 AM
I love when someone sings to me.
Sigh.
I am your new reader.
Q
12:43 PM
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