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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Do we REALLY need another Blogger?

I think Homer Simpson summed it up best:




[to Marge]  
"I saw you desperately trying to cram one more salty treat into America's already bloated snack hole."




After much consideration, kiddies, I have decided to start my own blog.
And this is it.






And while I can't promise that there will be anything earth-shattering, I can promise that there will be plenty of nods to the Simpsons and Cheers, and likely random bizarre references I don't expect you to get.




And maybe an 'Ovechkin's mom's a whore' joke.   Or two.


Here's one of my favorites:
Knock Knock.
Who's There?
Ovechkin.
Ovechkin who?
Ovechkin's mom is a whore.


See how this is gonna work?
Feel free to follow, comment, and pass it around like a sorority girl  Smurfette.




[side note:  only 1 girl, and 100 guys....it's no wonder they were blue!]




I hope you'll have fun here.
I know I will.  










I also wanted to come up with a unique signature.  Something that identified me.


Carol Burnett tugged her ear.





Johnny Carson swung an imaginary golf club.






Ann Coulter is a hateful cunt.







All unique, memorable identifiers.








So I'll be closing out each blog post with the following signature:


9 comments:

  1. Your signature is already taken. Remember "Sal the Finger"?

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  2. The Blogosphere just got a little bit better today.

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  3. Finally! All my favorite Homer Simpson and Norm Peterson quotes in one place. Consider me your biggest fan.

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  4. Ahhhhhhh Lumpy! I bow before your greatness.

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  5. All Hail the Emperor! Proving you are truly royalty, you have more followers for your blog in one day than I do in 10 months.:-) Worthy I is not to receive thy wisdom, but require it I do.

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  6. Hail. Hail. This is great. I needed another way to waste more time at work each day.

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  7. so...was this a one-time blog or will there be more? :)

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