So, the other day Meg and I had this great idea. Or it might have been just her. Or maybe just me. Also, we might share a brain, so maybe it was both of us. Question: Do you watch Rock of Love on Video Hits 1? Neither do I, but Meg does and based on her description and what I can glean from Best Week Ever, Bret Michaels' of the elusive, I mean ubiquitous 80s band Poison, is looking for a lady friend on TV a la the other guys who have shows like that on VH1. Crazy bitches compete for the attention of the aging rockstar while the rest of the country laughs/feels better about their shitty lives/changes the channel. Why didn't I think of this? Anyway, so we are starting Blog of Love.
And now, Meg will explain the rules, because I don't know them.
Sup, peeps? The rules are there are no rules really. Twice a week Blythe and I will nominate people that we no longer want to participate in Blog of Love, and you must immediately "pack your knives and go." Shit, wrong reality show. Blythe and I have the ability to cut you based off of the content of your shitty blog (or lack of content), and comments you leave us, or any praise you send or way (hint: we accept bribes). We won't be nice and democratic. We will be biased, partisan, shallow, and 100% antagonistic to name calling and hair pulling. And no, we have no idea who the winner is going to be. Your fate is in your own hands, gentlemen. Show me what you got!
Now without further ado...the nominations for Blog of Love 2007
Blythe's nominations for Blog of Love:
- CrimeNotes - The Hold Steady archivist, eternal/inexplicable Michigan fan, xenophobe/Manhattanite, all around (lovable) assface.
- Jebus H. Christ - Our Lord and Savior, ex-girlfriend enthusiast, figurative(?) gold pants wearing, Rosa Parks loving Hawkeye.
- Garrett Reid - Hobbit footed, DFW dwelling, plastic bag gazing lawyer with a heart of blog.
- [redacted] - escape artist, Puppy lover, (former) Gawker darling.
- Clinton - Girlfriend appreciating, Texas hailing, fried food expert with a penchant kicking everyone's ass at frequent posting.
- Passion of the Weiss - Beards, blazers and glasses, music for the masses.
- Alex - Spirit shopper, Hosty associate, fast food orderer extraordinaire with the biggest hair in town. Also, he will argue about sports until he passes out.
- Shain - (My) gay boyfriend, master debater, quitter.
- Michael5000 - Avid "reader", Oregonian, master quiz maker, theologian.
- d - Indie music miner, dynamite on the rocks, living my dream life in the CO.
- Dan - in his own words: Combining the effortless elegance of Maria Von Trapp's meadow with the austere functionality of a Trapper Keeper since 2005.
- Cherry Ride - Cape wearing, Shain hating/loving, star stalker - PROPER!
- The Lost Ogle - The three wisemen of the OKC, steeped in the traditions of the BC Clark anniversary song and Newsok.com, breaking free from the shadows of Linda Cavanaugh's helmet hair, they will one day freely worship Oklahoma deity Gary England.
- Copyranter - Simply too smart for my little Oklahoma brain. I love him, obvs.
- Cajunboy - Gawker regular, storyteller, almost famous because he once dated Liev Schreiber's ex-girlfriend among other unspeakable things.
DMBMeg's nominations for Blog of Love
- Midwesterner in NYC - He writes about the subway, and other New Yorker stuff. I once asked him if he read one of my favorite non-NYC blogger blogs once and he simply replied, "I only read New York." Well then.
- Todd - While his blog is mostly of pictures of himself standing in front of a mirror, and writing about how his comuter is broken, Todd is really one of my favorite people in this world. Oh yes, and he is a "doctor." Yeah, I use quotes cause it's an inside joke and you had to be there.
- Dr. Monkey von Monkerstein - Every comment this guy leaves for me is something to the effect of, "if I didn't have a girlfriend..." I mean, how can anyone argue with that?
- Flop - Oh Flop. He is 1/2 (3/4 content. Zing.) of the amazing duo over there at Cole Slaw. Flop and I spend many a night together watching Lost and making fun of Crime Notes. Flop almost was a shoo-in for this little competition of ours. WAS a shoe in. That is, until he told me I was just a replacement for his real Lost watching partner. Bullllllshit, Flop. Bullllllshit.
- TK - ok TK. Ours is a tempestuous relationship. We're hot and cold. Yin and Yang. Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. But his comments are some of my favorite despite the fact that all he writes about is his 3-legged dog that ate his NFL preview Sports Illustrated (You should have bought another dog), and of course, my favorite topic, RESUMES.
- Mortarbored - You may be asking...why? Isn't this guy a little crazy? Didn't he molest you? Well, yes. But everyone knows crazy is good for ratings, so I'm throwing him in.
- New Texan - This guy has the nerve to imply that a life in Texas is somehow better than a life in NYC. Wait, you mean people are happy elsewhere? I call bullshit. Oh yeah, the SEC sucks.
- Peter DeWolf - One of my favorite guys. For reals. He is narcissistic. He is sarcastic. He is pretty. Sounds like me. How can I not like anyone who is so similar to myself? [notices herself in the mirror. Stares longingly...] I'm sorry, what? Where was I?
- Onthevirg - This guy has a self proclaimed "creepy" obsession with me, and I dig it.
- Superbee - If he wasn't so darn into boys, I might fall in love with this guy. He complains about living Miami, and leaves the occasional disparaging comment about how much my blog sucks. And I love him for it.
- WJR - Oh Bill. He is a friend of mine, but he has a Flickr page comprised mostly of dog pictures. Not blog related, but he did give me some great life advice when I saw him at dinner the other night. "Eat some meat. You'll feel better." And you know what Bill? I did.
- Business or Leisure - I gotta be honest, the majority of the time I read his blog I can't figure out what the fuck he is talking about. Like I said in one of my comments on his blog, he is either insane or a genius, but I don't think the two are mutually exclusive. You will also leave his blog strangely attracted to ibexes.
- Amish - Ah, Amish my friend. The king of the "I'm so sorry I've been too busy to blog" posts. You know what Amish? You're actually funny. Oh yeah, he is also the frequent participants of the occasional Michigan circle jerk that goes on in the comment section of my blog. (Not jerkin' now are you, friend?)
- East Village Idiot - When not writing about grammatical errors in AM New York, or complaining about how much stuff perturbs him in New York, the great East Village Idiot is writing about...well...nothing. That's all he writes about. (Kisses!)
- Beehive Hairdresser - Guy is seriously funny. He updates regularly about random shit, and it makes me laugh every time. But I gotta be honest, I want to steal his girlfriend away from him, (Hi Cheese!)
GAME ON BITCHES!
108 comments:
Don't you mean "shoo-in"?
Rock of love would be a better show if Poison's spunky guitarist C.C. DeVille was the protagonist instead of Brett Michaels. Once, on Behind the Music, C.C. literally said, "what started out as a house of whores, became a house of horrors." That's some poetic stuff. Also, I have CD that's called "Poison's Greatest Hits: 1986-1996." This is hilarious because it implies that Poison had hits between 1990 and 1996, which they clearly didn't.
Flop-
Obviously you don't understand this. You're supposed to kiss my ass rather than point out all my thousands of spelling mistakes.
Danny-
I think I heard Behind the Music's background music while reading that comment.
Better Greatest Hits Album Title: Every Rose Has Its Thorn.
DONE.
shouldn't i just win this thing by default solely because my name is brett michael?
I don't even know how to respond to this, lol. At least the crazy people on reality shows have the benefit of being too crazy to realize they were only selected for the show because they're crazy.
I never kiss ass. I'm provincial, not xenophobic. I deserve to lose to Jebus.
That said: Blythe, I obviously like you more than I like Meg.
I'm as confused as an Interpol song lyric.
(Yes, I know the Interpol reference isn't cool or witty to the NYC hipsters here, but in sleepy little Oklahoma, it makes me sound cool.)
Errr...what...uhhh...ahhhh...huh? What the hell now? I'm obviously wwway too buzzed to understand what the hell I'm supposed to be doing here.
And TK...you're going down pillow-biter! Or something.
Shit. I'm too old for this shit. But you called me a "theologian," and I like that. What are we supposed to do again? Does the winner get to marry one of you or something? What's second prize?
Sigh. At least in middle school they picked me last.
Just for the record, I have more than dog photos, I just don't share most of them with the general public anymore due to the fact that certain eyes don't need to be seeing my business. The ones you see are marked "public" and the rest are for "friends" and "family" only. Maybe I'll invite you to be a "friend" so you can see more but I'll hold onto that offer for a bit as leverage to stay in the competition because God knows I don't blog for shit anymore (at least partially due to those previously mentioned eyes).
this was an absolutely brilliant idea. i'm excited to see where this goes
Funny you should both write a post about this, because I couldn't stop thinking about you two all day long. I imagined that you were both looking extra pretty.
Also, I live really close to the best cupcake place in Brooklyn, and the longer that I stay on, the more likely there will be some genuine Brooklyn cupcakes for you both.
you like me. you really like me.
or. wait. maybe this means you don't like me. shit. i'm so confused.
am i supposed to tell you both how much i love your boobs?
If elected, I plan to use my powers to banish all former trustafarians turned hipsters from wearing fedoras for the next 4 years.
Also, I can do the world's greatest Humpty Hump impression. Really it's true.
I can't believe you even came up with this many blogs!
I'd vote Caj off first cause otherwise he might use this in one of his name dropping posts. Although I guess if its your name he's dropping that give you minor street cred!
I VOTE FOR CLINTON!!! He came out for my bday, I love him.
~Irish
Ok, I'm in... but I am not making out with any of the other contestants just to boost your ratings.
Oh sweet humping baby Buddha. You really went through with this.
I'm flying out to Cali on Sunday to stab onthevirg in the neck.
One down. Texan - you're next.
See what you women have wrought?
what the hell is going on? do we win something? if the prize is blythe, i'm out. i've probably been voted off already anyway, i'm a little slow.
ooh, look, a bottle of wine...
Fucking excluded from the cool kids table YET AGAIN.
wait what? You have no clue who I am?
Typical.
I never asked to be in this little competition. Quite frankly, I'm above such things. I don't care how lovely Meg's smile is or how breathtaking Blythe's cheekbones are, you can't make me care about this. Although I agree with CrimeNotes that I deserve to win this thing, I will not campaign for it.
Also, it was merely a coincidence that I wrote something new for my blog today for the first time in 5 weeks.
That is all.
Fair Warning: I get really competitive when I've been drinking.
So... um... is there a cash prize involved here, or...what?
Hey wait a minute. This contest is about binge drinking right? Cause if I'm right (which I always am) I'm absofuckinlutely going to be destroying some people.
What?! It's not? Well shit.
And TK - Pack a lunch bitch.
Do I get points for a 3rd grade retort?
You've still got a "shoe" there.
Also I don't even understand my introduction. What does it mean that I'm "1/2 (3/4 content. Zing.) of the amazing duo over there at Cole Slaw"?
If you were going to get a nickname, which you're probably not now, it definitely wouldn't be "Writey."
Criminy.
It's an honor to be nominated. If I didn't have a girlfriend I'd be all up in NYC doing romantic shit for you, like keeping your hair out of the way when you vomit and telling you how skinny you look today.
you know what? fucking brilliant. make them squirm. i love that so many of them have left confused comments.
"don't you love me best?"
proud of you, megan.
My first thought: I'm going to play you girls like a fiddle.
My second thought: Shit. I should have said recorder.
I want Christian pop and rock that uplifts.
Now available on Time Warner Cable, channel 152.
Final standings:
1.) Jebus
2.) Passion of the Weiss
3.) CrimeNotes
But in real life, I'd fucking wreck that pussy Jeff Weiss. Like I'm Ghostface and Jeff Weiss is Sean Kingston.
Holy god this seems like a lot of work. I have to leave comments, update my blog, send naked photos of myself (will that get me further in this competition? Hell, I'll do it anyway. You're welcome) I do have to say - well done mdon. You have carefully crafted a little world where men from all across the country scramble for you attention and jump at your command. Well done. (I'd start a slow clap here, but that seems overdone)
um, garrett, this is actually a joint endeavor, until it completely backfires, in which you can slow clap the don. until then, lose two points. but you can earn them back! guess who's going to be in dallas this weekend? hint: it's me!
Two things:
1. Irish said "I VOTE FOR CLINTON!!! He came out for my bday, I love him.,"
Hello!!! Who also came out and actually stayed longer???
2. You said that I said "I only read New York" I think I was just being polite, I don't really read anybody except sometimes I check out what ole' Andy Capp and the Wizard of ID are up to.
Gee, I don't know if Dallas can handle another hot woman...
oh god, I am selling my soul for this thing...
You know, dmbmeg, this is the sort of thing that contributes to our classist society. Dividing people into groups and placing arbitrary grading systems under which they are supposed to somehow achieve superiority is a guaranteed way for people to lose their self-esteem and their self respect. This is what drives us apart. But fuck it. I'm so gonna cut a motherfucker to get to the top.
And New Texan? Bitch, please. You'd sell your soul for a grilled cheese.
Mmmmmm... grilled cheese.
What were we talking about?
Look at all these fools tripping over themselves for some cyber love. I'm joining the "I won't satisfy you by playing along" party. And I'm bringing alcohol, bitches.
Mortarbored dies next.
What I find fascinating is that DMBMEG has a "Bees" fetish. There's me, Superbee, and then there's Beehive hairdresser, and we both made the list...
Oh, and I'll make out with any of your other contestants to boost your ratings, provided 1) they're guys; 2) we chew a little gum beforehand; 3) I can twist their nipples, playfully; and 4) I find them attractive (shouldn't be too hard, I'm usually drawn to the ugs, because I like being the "pretty one.")
oh shit. i actually have to start posting on my blog again. this could end in disaster for me. have all the cigarettes Blythe has bummed off of me bought me anything? maybe?
Do I get extra points for being a good kisser? I think someone here might be able to speak to that.
No offense, Chris, but making out with dmbmeg isn't exactly Skull & Bones. I mean, have you read this blog? Not an exclusive club you're in.
Anyway, I cannot argue with CrimeNotes. I'm clearly the man for the job. Between my brilliant writing, superior internet flirting, and the photos I sent to to the judges last night, this thing is over.
These ladies are too smart to let you all know that, so I just did.
Recognize.
um, maybe he was talking about me?
also, this thing's NOT sewn up yet. you're off to a running start, jebus, but this isn't over yet. send me a picture of a puppy eating ice cream and we'll talk.
My apologies to your macking skills, Bee.
A puppy eating ice cream would be awesome. You know what would be better?
2 puppies eating ice cream.
Man, I am totally fucking this up. I don't know any of these people so I can't have a boisterous, eye-catching war with anyone. I'm the quintessential reality show character who fades into the background and gets tossed the first night before I can exploit the show and launch my bullshit career and become an E List celebuschmuck.
How about Cambridge VTK vs Boston TK? TK, I'm totally drinking you under the table, on either side of the river. It's on!
(Actually, it's off. Until Sunday. I'm going to Northampton for a couple days to study up on the ways of bee-spot.)
This has become a microcosm for all the problems with our society... people bragging on their mac-ing (sp?) skills, bribes, threats, etc. How about valuing something truly important like edumication? At least that way I have a fighting chance against some of these 20-somethings.
- New Tex, Ph.D.
Wait.
Wait just one fucking minute.
Dan... did you just challenge me to a drinking contest?
The Field. Prospect Street, Central Square. 30 minutes. Starting...
NOW!
Um, I'm confused. Do I need to sign something? I have a 8x10 glossy of me fighting an ibex to the death. She (referring to the ibex) won. Did I just win?
TK, you fool! You walked right into my trap. The Field?!!? Are you fucking kidding me? The Field? That is my spot. That's my home turf. I'll be there at 2:54, whiskey in hand. Red shirt, tan pants, shaved head, glasses. Oh shit!
You'd better be joking.
I work across the street. It's my second home.
Whoa - Either TK and Dan are going to fight, or they just arranged a Sen. Craig style meeting in a bar bathroom. Either way, way to step it up a notch.
jhc: Touch�. We all know that's the truth, but I was speaking more towards my kissing skills, not my skills in getting Meg to make out with me when she's drunk - a skill that most men share.
Also, my Technorati ranking is high. That must count for something. I can make you ladies stars!
Holy shit. OK I need like an hour to respond to these comments. Here we go.
I wasn't joking, but you apparently were. bluff = called. I was just in there drinking whiskey and playing pool. Ask the bartender.
I'll be back on Sunday and you can have another shot at getting drunk under the table then.
Aw, man. I didn't check the pool table room, just looked at the bar. Like ships in the night, we were.
WTF IS GOING ON HERE? Is this now a single elimination drinking tourney? I guess I get to take on Garrett in the Dallas Regional.
cajun-
possibly, but the extra T in the name might work against you. And the fact you weren't the lead singer of an 80s glam metal band.
mortar-
do you see the company you are in? crazy got you on this list. be grateful.
crimenotes-
What?? Comments like that surely aren't going to get you to win. You must love us both, equally.
patrick-
it's ok. I am too. And very very overwhelmed.
onthevirg-
that is the beauty of Blog of Love. You do nothing. You can 1) go about your blogging business 2) send us emails singing our praise like some have done or 3) tell us how much we suck and get eliminated immediately like some people have done.
Your destiny is in your own hands.
michael 5000-first prize is marrying blythe. 2nd place is marrying me.
station agent-
you don't really have a personal blog. If I was adding other non-personal bloggers on here, I'm pretty sure Orson Swindle at EDSBS would win cause he makes me laugh more than all you foolios.
wjr-
Don't get me wrong. The dog photos single handedly got you on to Blog of Love--NOT cause you are my friend or anything.
so@24-
that makes one of us. Personally, I'm a little scared.
eric-
You know where I live. I like anything with chocolate icing. Since Blythe lives in OK I'll take hers. That is all.
d-
am i supposed to tell you both how much i love your boobs?
Not nearly enough.
Passion of the Weiss-
Also, I can do the world's greatest Humpty Hump impression.
I don't know. So does CrimeNotes, plus he uses props. Like hockey sticks.
Irish-
wait what? Your birthday? Where was I? I'll make note that he went to your birfday celebration...but the real question is, how many drinks did he buy you?
NT-
don't worry, I think SUperbee has that covered.
TK-
damn right I went through with this! And it appears despite your original proclimation that you weren't doing shit for Blog of Love, here you are threatening the life of other contestants.
mr shain-
ooh, look, a bottle of wine...
Advantage: mr. shain. He offered me alcohol.
scottsdale girl-
only dudes are participating! And where are these "cool kids" you speak of?
jhc-
Keep it up. I don't want to have to eliminate you based off of lack of content.
clinton-
the prize is blythe's and my blog adoration. You can't put a pricetag on that.
onthevirg-
Do I get points for a 3rd grade retort?
Surprisingly, yes. You are also lucky this isn't a drinking contest cause I would smoke all of you.
flop-
It was a zing at crimenotes, but apparently I should have directed one at you. It's not looking good for you, friend.
dr. monkey-
oooooo. I knew I liked you.
kelsi-
I know! Isn't it awesome? Perhaps we should do a lesbian Blog of Love next, and you would most certainly be the star.
Shit. I should have said recorder.
dan-
No, you should have said play us like a vibrator (sexual favors also welcome)
Also don't forget the person who devoted an entire blog post to announcing your new blog..... who was that??
I don't know why I'm even trying. I hate reality shows.
i'd respond to everyone, but i'm hitting the dusty trail for the weekend in two hours (the national is playing in dalls!). which i don't think is long enough to respond, since technically, i'm at "work". soon, though, soon.
crimenotes-
wait what? What the hell are you doing at 4am talking nonsense?
crimenotes-
also note that you made no mention of fucking jebus up "in real life." Good call on that one. Your prediction of coming in 3rd might be a little high if you keep telling blythe you like her more than me. I know where you live.
garrett-
a slow clap is always welcomed.
blythe-
give bonus points to garrett if he gives it up.
midwesterner in nyc-
wait what? Why did everyone go to Irish's bday but me?! Don't lie. I know you're reading Mortarbored site every day.
NT-
that is the idea.
TK-
violence to kill off other contestants is strongly encouraged.
NT-
I'm not sure, but I'm hungry now.
mortar-
alcohol does work. Also, MONEY.
tk-
yep, he already tried the alcohol thing with me once.
superbee-
you were the one and original Bee. You never forget your first. And no one...NO ONE is going to get more action from me and blythe from this thing, ya hear?
alex-
of course real life shows of gratitude count...but what have you done for me lately?
chris-
did you make out with Superbee? I have no idea what you are talking about.
jhc-
correction, Skull and Bones is the movie with Pacey Witter. The Skulls is the secret society at Yale.
And yes everyone, he really did send us photos.
To all of JHC's internet stalkers-
They were delicious (they involved ice cream), and NO I will not send them to you no matter how much you beg.
blythe-
oooo. Puppies! and ice cream! Good call.
jhc-
again, way to kick it up a notch. Clearly you're here to win.
dan-
I don't know. That comment alone I think got you past the first cuts. Remember, we accept money too. Didn't anyone read that part?
NT-
what are you talking about? I think this is great. If anything, this only tells how pathetic my own life is (not society) for the fact that I have to turn to the internet for my blatant cries for attention.
TK-
ok so now you are making dates...
BoL-
only if you fought the ibex with your bare hands. Cause that would be AWESOME.
dan-
make note everyone. Dan is about to get slaughtered by one of my internet stalkers (not you TK--you appear to just be looking for sex)
tk-
sweet jesus. you really are looking for a date.
garrett-
I know. They took it to a whole 'nother level. I'm not sure how I feel with the contestants paying more attention to each other than to blythe and me.
chris-
dude, what the fuck? For the record everyone, Chris thoroughly enjoyed making out with me as he tells me what a great kisser I am every time I see him.
Your technorati rating will get you at least to round 3. Even higher if you link us.
dan/tk-
Love lost is better than no love at all. I still can't believe you guys semi-arranged a rendezvous via the comment section of a girl's blog neither of you have met. I'm like the Live-Aid of bloggers--I bring everyone together.
NT-
nah, Garrett's too busy making googly eyes at his girlfriend. Pussy.
::sad face::
i wish i knew how to read. this is probably all very entertaining
midwesterner-
I know I know. I am grateful for that...that, and the poundcake shot you bought me that made me puke a few weeks ago.
chris-
you are trying cause you are secretly hoping the prize is making out with me again. I know that's practically the consolation prize since it seems everyone has done it. So maybe the prize is making out with Blythe. Or both of us, at the same time. TRIPLE KISS!
blythe-
no worries. I got your back yo.
stanton-
Shit dude. You might be able to enter the house late in the game solely based off of your photoshop skillz.
Meg: Your technorati rating will get you at least to round 3. Even higher if you link us.
Looks like I'm one step ahead of you.
Noted.
yellowcake
This looks like a lot of work for you. Good luck!
also of all the people there it was just Clinton and I from our little group, she posted it on "the other site"
midwesterner-
sigh.
whatever.
jeff-
the beauty of is is that everyone else does the work!
midwesterner-
oh, I haven't checked that in like a week. My bad.
Ok... my competitive juices are kicking in. I am so winning this thing.
you think so?
once again, take me off this, please.
dmbmeg -- You have no idea where I live.
I still like Blythe better.
lozo - who are you?
CN - i knew it!
Midwesterner - u caught me. i didnt really read the whole list. and apparently i missed your name.
I LOVE MIKE HE CAME OUT FOR MY BIRTHDAY. HE LIKE MEG MADE A DONATION TOWARDS MY BREAST CANCER WALK!!
I think he should get bonus points for being a philanthropist!
~Irish
I think I should get some points because Blythe won an award on my blog. And I think it should count for more because she won it fair and square.
I'm kind of afraid that I'm that obvious extra at the beginning of the show who's going to get messily whacked in order to get the action started.
NT-
did you just talk about your "juices"?
blythe-
apparently
lozo-
this competition is too good for you. you're gone.
crimenotes-
I know the street! I know the street! That actually...hurts.
blythe-
you win again! Doh!
Irish-
OK your vote is for Mike now?
TO EVERYONE
It came to my attention that in responding to the thousands of comments I have received for this little idea of ours, I may have implied that I thought crimenotes could beat up jebus. What I was trying to say was it was smart of crimenotes to say he could beat Weiss up in real life, NOT Jebus. Jebus is like 15 ft. tall, and carries an axe everywhere he goes.
Crimenotes has absolutely no chance against Jebus.
you have 80 comments on this post. way to go. this is an amazing war.
lesbian blog of love would be awesome, but i think we'd all just end up talking about how much we admire each other and then there would be pillowfights. or something.
What? You couldn't get to 100 comments?
michael5000-
I didn't win any award, now did I?
kelsi-
pillow fight! Weeeeee!
Hellafied-
shut it. This isn't like the polls close at midnight. Check back over the weekend.
did i mention that i'm 6'5'' and that my cock has been compared to a baby's arm.
"my cock has been compared to a baby's arm."
Full of your own saliva?
Of course you won an award, dmbmeg! It's underneath the bit about Madeline L'Engle. She's, like, your opening act.
Cajun: Your cock has wrinkles and a hand attached to it? Ewww... I wouldn't brag on that one!
jesus fucking christ. there might be triple digits before its all said an done. i assume cash and other fabulous prizes would be appropriate bribing materials? perhaps free booze or swearing allegiance to the hawkeye nation? josh heupal and jammal brown could only hope to be as good as brad banks and robert gallery. something like that?
@peter dewolf...autofelatio is an art whose practioners are rare but whose seething with envy detractors are many. truth be told, i am kinda sloppy when i blow myself...how'd you know?
So, I was hungover and clicking the links to these blogs, and noticed one of them didn't work. Then I noticed it was mine.
I mean, damn.
@b or l?: Yeah, my link is dead, too. We're doomed.
I was just kiddin' Meg. Besides, there's always next season!
cajun-
I'm not sure if comparing any of your man parts to babies is exactly legal.
peter-
wait what? babies arms are full of saliva?
michael5000-
aw, I did get an award. Flattery will get you EVERYWHERE my friend.
alex-
I appreciate the sentiment, but it's a bad day to remind me of the fact that I graduated from Iowa. Is it too late to be a Sooner?
cajun-
I knew there were advantages of you being 80 ft. tall.
BoL-
sorry, fixed. I wrote this in 10 minutes
Michael5000-
you too
station agent-
let's see if I still have friends after this.
never! there's still space on the schooner!
my link's broken too. I thought it was because you were trying to keep people away from me. like your internet stalkers? "slaughtered"? yikes. loving dmbmeg is high stakes. hope it's worth it.
I don't want my husband marrying any bloggers. No offense. You could give him third prize, maybe, and we could all live happily ever after, and no one would have to break any statutes.
Caught! Caught like a rat in a trap!
alex-
Who is your MLB an NFL team? I may need some help there too.
Do they have hockey in the OK?
dan-
jesus. I think Blythe was drunk when she set up your links. I'll fix it. Apologies.
mrs 5000-
No offense taken. I promise, no husbands/boyfriends/budding relationships will be stepped on in this little project of ours.
michael 5000-
soooooooo busted.
it's a little sad how half of blythe's contestants (?) are completely ignoring your (pl) little contest. sad, and slightly awkward--my favorite combo.
also, FYI, cajun boy try to climb into my bed in our little reality blog bunk house after the cameras left. i just thought everyone should know so informed decisions can be made.
also flog has a third nipple.
100!
goodness. dallas (romosexuals everywhere) and of course how can i not like minnesota now that purple jesus is there. given that the twinkies are well out of the playoff chase now, i have to go with my 1a of manny, his dinosaurs and his sox. the moral of the story, fuck the yankees and jeter has aids.
and no NHL team in OKC. though the fabulous ford center (as its called in these parts) was built for an NHL team. we do have the blazers though, led by doug sauter's gloruous mustache.
My strategy was to fight with Jeff Weiss so that he'd bring me into the Boardroom, where I'd utilize my charms to turn the tables. Jeff wisely chose not to fight back, so it's back to the drawing board.
mr shain-
clearly you're the bitchy contestant everyone loves to hate.
blythe-
woooo! A record!!!!
Alex-
I thank you for Adrian Peterson. I am not a Sox fan (even less a ManRam (ha!)) fan, however, I agree with your statement on the Evil Empire.
crimenotes-
Ha! You just got a LOLz for that.
But wait, what are these "charms" you speak of? Like magic? LIKE HARRY POTTER????? TEACH ME! TEACH ME!
What a bunch of horseshit. I'm here becasue I really love Meg and Blythe, not to further my blog career. All these other blog hos are... well... blog hos.
sure, cherry, but which of us do you love more? your late entry into the fray concerns me. hopefully, you're wearing your cape because that would make things better.
cut his [cherry] ass blythe!
I'm not sure I fit in here. I feel like Nicole from "Fashionista Diaries." Or, worse, I feel like a guy who knows who Nicole from "Fashionista Diaries" is.
i'm not sure if i fit in here either.
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