Someone asked me once “well what good are all those subscribers?”
Ok, I’ll list them.
1 – I could be dying and need blood. My blog might help me find that rare blood type I probably am, but don’t know for sure because I’m lazy on health and don’t know my own blood type. I believe it is green.
2 – I could be giving away three guinea pigs and need people to adopt them because I am fucking sick and tired of cleaning their fucking cages!!! … but I love you boys, Noah, Snowy, and Luke…
3 – This is a real fear. I could be driving around in bumblefuck New Mexico and some cop pulls me over and arrests me because he thinks I look like an illegal alien he has seen. I don’t memorize phone numbers due to the day and age of cell phones. So there I am young, cute, virgin butthole in prison and I can’t call for help. Gee I wish I had a blog with 50,000 subscribers that might begin to miss me and ask where I am…
So the boys are settling into their homes. Noah is in the heartbreak hotel on the hill… lucky. I never got a bachelor pad like that.
Snowy and Luke occupy the home at the base of the hill. They keep look out for any bunny rabbits that frequent the area. I asked the boys if they wanted me to buy some turrents that shoot lasers. They declined and said they could handle it.
But when I snuck up on them they turned into some real yellow tailed sissies.
How can you be the gatekeepers and guards if you hide…?
Reminds me of that time we asked Gary to guard the door at our man meeting…
You left a comment on their post telling them to “pleeeaaaase read your blog’.
You post once in a blue moon. You are not Beyonce, you cannot disappear for months and then reappear and expect to be even more popular than before, plus you don’t have twins. Beyonce! Credit: Google images