tasteless

Every time I post something about something underpantsy like peeing or pooping or privates I swear on all that is holy that I'm going to stop doing that and start blogging like a real grown up but then something comes up that has everything to do with anything a ten year old would find funny and because no one listens to me in real life, I get myself a cup of coffee and tell you guys about it.

That's how I do this, you know. I get myself a beverage and sit down and start yammering at you like you were right here with me.

Once upon a time, years ago, I had MySpace. And I used MySpace to dump all the crap that was in my brain that I didn't feel comfortable laying out here because this was a Mommyblog, dammit.

Was. Now I'm not so sure what it is.

Anyway. I wrote over there one time about how funny it is to send dirty text messages because the T9 autotype would over ride your intentions and you'd end up sending stuff like Kick my puppy. Let's get drunk and duck. I want your coal. And so on.

So I hear, at least.

I totally forgot about that until Mara left a comment in that last post talking about it.

Well, I had another post on the MySpace blog. It was a suggestion for everyone to replace the word "GAS" with the word "PUSSY" in their daily lexicon.

"honey, do you have $20? I have to stop for pussy on my way to work"
"I'm just going to pull in here and get a little bit of pussy before we get on the road"
"The price of pussy is really going up. I can't even afford to take my family to the beach this year if I want to keep food on the table"
"Speaking of food, I had terrible pussy last night. It kept me up all night"

your turn...