High Five!

Weeeee haaaaaaa, kids! Do you see all of your glorious names over there on the side? Isn't that a beautiful sight? I didn't like weilding all that power anyway--made me uncomfortable outside of the bedroom.

So, it makes no sense html code-wise, but I got all of you in (I even replaced anyone who had been cut), just with a different font, and this means I can add new blogs for infinity.

A few changes, though--I'll just have to link to the Who in the Hell Is She Talking About list when I mention someone, as it's now housed in the archives. No big hoo ha.

The non-bloggy links are at the top with the prime fonts and such because they're folks who need our patronage to survive, but all of you beautiful bloggers are equal, and as Matty astutely pointed out, it's not alphabetical, but rather chronological, so suck it.

Speaking of sucking, I've had mountains of requests (okay, okay--two) to explain why I would write nasty things about Janee (accent above the final e) "loving the cock" on bar bathroom walls.

It's, um, cause she does. One in particluar, a dude by the name of Winston. Ever the muse, Janee has not a lap dog (well, okay, she has one of those, too), but a lap chicken. Can't ya'll see why I lurve this woman? I mean, c'mon.

She has about 50 chickens en toto, which she got to keep her busy after the shrimp harvest, but she brought Winston to the little party at Very Gay Mark's house, and we all got to hold him and love him and cuddle him. He was very docile, and he pooped on a towel, which is more than I can say for Very Gay Mark.

So, in Canton, Ohio, there is my all-time favorite bar in the world, Joe's located on 6th Street. Kids, I love this bar so much that I made sure I found an apartment within stumbling distance (15th Street) when I lived there.

It's dark and smokey and drama filled with a good juke box (tho, truthfully, it could use an update), and I've written countless songs about the place because I just love it. Bonita, Kirstin, Janee, Very Gay Mark and I spent countless hours and dollars there.

One of the other things I like about it is the grafitti on the bathroom walls. One evening, after much bourbon, Bonita and I decided that we wanted to see OUR names on the walls, so we took a Sharpie and our sharp wit and wrote such gems as, "Val is a hot lay," and "Bonnie rocks my socks off." I think, anyway--as I said, there was much bourbon involved.

The walls kept getting painted over, so each time we'd try to outdo ourselves. "Bonnie loves the man meat," and "Val has a nice rack" come to mind, but I think my favorites have to have come from this weekend with, of course, Janee's homage to cock and of Very Gay Mark we wrote: "Mark has a beautifully-decorated house and an 8-and-a-half inch dick."

That just says it all, I think.

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