Greetings! I trust most of you survived the holidays (If I don’t hear from you I’ll assume you’re deceased and will take you off of The Sulk of the Month Club email list) I’ll admit I got a little drunk on New Year’s Eve. I did however, manage to keep all of my clothes on, get into bed and fall asleep by 10pm. That’s what happens when you start drinking at 9am.
So it’s 2012 and the Earth hasn’t imploded yet. That means a few more days or even years of this blogging crap.
Speaking of crap…
I have a new blog.
Please refrain from eye-rolling, I can detect it through any and all of your fancy hand held technological devices.
Presenting…
If you like to cook, or look at pretty pictures of cow testicles and bean sprouts and naked men holding kittens dipped in rich milk chocolate* by all means, check it out. It’s in its early stages of development, so please, be kind.
Really. Check. It. Out.
*Please contact me immediately if you know of any men willing to be dipped in rich milk chocolate. No kittens will be harmed in the dipping process.
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I don’t know about the men OR the kittens but you can always count on me to be lowered into a vat of warm milk chocolate. Also, the temperature should be checked by a panel of experts as I had to watch the cook from some Cardinal’s kitchen boiled in oil for the crime of trying to poison several clergy members on the Tudors last night. Horrible way to go.
I’d say being boiled in oil is a pretty horrific way to go. I think lobsters can pretty much relate.
Hooray! I can comment! Nothing much to say, though, other than please feel free to leave me utterly out of the running for the role of human hot-chocolate swizzle stick. Ok?
Darn, I thought you might be up for it. How about I contact you when I’m ready to make the ball of human cotton candy holding a mouse.
I can’t resist kittens dipped in milk chocolate. (did you see through that??). OK, move over, I’m coming in.
Kittens dipped in milk chocolate are as wonderful as apple pie and hummus flavored gum.