In case you haven’t heard, I’m guest blogging over at Metroblog. If the posts are not funny enough, or political enough, they lock me under the stairs and beat me with bicycle chains. Well okay, they make me drink Chardonnay instead of Sauvignon Blanc, and they don’t introduce me to any nice single men. Cruel either way.
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raincoaster 
Sorry I can’t help you – I drink what’s available and I’m married, but you gotta admit that the director’s cut was a LOT funnier . . . .
Actually, it’s more like blog-squatting. Raincoaster has been guzzling ALL our booze without reference to labels. In fact, the only reason she’s stopped was that she finished off the sterno and got into the cough syrup.
If there are no hot farm lads about, it’s ‘cos their mums lock them up when they see her coming.
Oh–and it’s not bike chains, it’s soft, velvety floggers, and she enjoys it immensely.
Yes, the director’s cut was a vast improvement. Thank you. Now you can go to Metroblog and guest nag there, too!
Don’t believe the “velvet flogger” there. He’s ex-military, and we ALL know about the hazing!
Hey, don’t complain. I offered to let her run an extension cord down to my house to run her computer and consumer electronics during off-peak hours.
And tell her you’re not flogging her – you’re touching her to adjust her position.
I bet that works with a lot of raw recruits.
Don’t laugh too hard – for a while in the 1980’s American DI’s had to tell recruits that.
Well, maybe you should laugh pretty damn hard about it.
Woo, baby! Where do I enlist?
In the Canadian Forces (formerly the Canadian Armed Forces) it was “Can I touch you?”–shorthand for the same thing, but enough to give any seventeen-year-old pause when coming from a forty-year-old drill sergeant.
And as for “Raincoaster, can I . . . ?” forget it.
And on an apparently unrelated topic: if RC seeks hot farm boys she’s going to have to stop sleeping in until noon. The farmers’ market has been running for an hour-and-a-half now and yet the floor continues to reverberate with the sound of slumber.
“I am woman, hear me snore.”
This morning, I was awoken by slander. As Fran Lebowitz says about clock radios, “If I wished to be awoken by Stevie Wonder, I would sleep with Stevie Wonder.” I prefer not to sleep with slander, nor to be awoken thereby.
I don’t care how long you say I sleep (I only got eight hours, for the record) but I DO. NOT. SNORE.
Metro, however, startles the ravens in the trees. They think the chainsaws are coming.
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Thanx
You’re welcome. And now that I’ve removed the porn URL from your comment, you can stay. Bitch.
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Removed yours as well.
Raincoaster, I’m disappointed. I went to “George”‘s site and it turned out to be, of all things, a bingo search engine.
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That sort of thing, y’know?
Thanks. I just went up a page on Google thanks to you.