Comments on Comments!

Ok so I don't ever get to my comments on the day they are written because you fools seem to comment after I stop looking at the comments section so I miss them. I will now answer your comments with comments of my own to make an entire post about comments and then I will be the comment commenter queen!(I almost put queer there accidentally)

Scope said Of, Nikki, you and I survived the same length of time. So the question becomes, how long would I survive chained to you? (I assume this is a drinking contest, not a fight to the death.)

To which I must say it would probably be a drinking game until you passed out and I reigned triumphant and then I would make sharpie art all over your body. I would leave the no no parts for Cora to color on!

Rubbish said Thanks for the award babes, what do I do with it? Glad you liked the song and the blog. All the best.

To which I started blushing cuz he called me babes and I imagined him saying it in that accent I just KNOW he has and it gave me hot bothers and I felt like an exotic flower or something and then I realized I should make a game out of my award giving! If you got an award from me you should include it in a post explaining why its the best you ever had! Haha or not just a suggestion. If you don't know how to save your award you just right click and save it as a pic and then post it as a pic in your blog. I'm saying this for the benefit of people like me cuz I didn't know how at first.

I would also like to post the poem Rubbish wrote to Mo. Or about Mo. I think it's to Mo though but he didn't call Mo babes like he did me so I'm greater than Mo.

rubbish said...
Has Mo's on holiday I've written this song about how I'm going to steal all his followers whilst he's away. Sing along to the tune of American Pie. Enjoy

A long long time ago
I found a blog written by Mo which made me smile

And I knew if I started one
I could make it lots of fun
And maybe they would laugh for a while

But June became really hard
Challenges coming thick and fast
Wayfaring through the blogs
Was jamming up my cogs

I can't remember if I spat
When I read underline optional rats
Who thinks of all this crap
My brains just turned to shat

So Mo Stoneskins gone to France
He took a train through the tunnel for some romance
Before his wife gives birth to a son called Lance
Singing this is his last chance, yeah this is his last chance

Did he write about token intake
I'm sure it must have been a mistake
I hope so for his sake

And is writing the new rock n roll
Can blogs save your mortal soul
And does economical produce just blow

All the American Moms are in love with Mo
Because he's a Brit and a wordsmith Ho
You all kick off your furs
And dig his funky words

And I was a lonely poker playing ass mug
With a shitty blog and a line in smug
But I knew I was due some luck
The day Mo went on holiday, I started writing

Chorus

For ten days we'll be on our own
I might listen to some Rolling Stones
No will I fuck

The jester will be back really quick
Writing about hamsters and some such shit
Exclusion from his blog really sucks

But whilst the king was on vacation
Rubbish took his following nation
The blog world was stunned
Are all these Brits so fun

And whilst Nikki read Rubbish' rants
She felt a warmth in her pants
Rubbish she thought, insemination any chance
The day Mo went on holiday, I started writing

Chorus

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
Mo holidayed in a fall out shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast

So I've been smoking some grass
Wondering if these words will pass
With his non imperiousness in France

And all the Moms put on their best perfume
Whilst Rubbish wrote the words to the tune
And Mo got up to dance
But he never got a chance

Because Mo came back to take his field
But Rubbish refused to yield
He'd nicked Mo's followers he revealed
The day Mo went on holiday, I started writing

Chorus

And there we were all in one place
A generation raised in cyberspace
With no time for fucking anything

So Mo be nimble Mo be quick
Mo you're in the fucking shit
Because Rubbish has stolen all your friends

And has I read his words of wrath
I wanted to give the bitch a slap
Rubbish must be born in hell
Mo will break his spell

Approaching damnation this very night
Words written for a sacrificial rite
Mo would be laughing with delight
The day Mo went on holiday, I started writing

Chorus

I've read a Moms blog about the blues
So I left a comment for some happy news
But she never answered me

So I searched for some more
Some of them left my head feeling sore
They just weren't that funny

And in the blogs the children scream
The husbands whinge and the women dream
Not a word was spoken
The keyboards were all broken

And the blogger I admire the most
Mo Mad dog Stoneskin cannot post
He's on vacation down by the coast
The day Mo went on holiday, I started writing

Chorus

Disclaimer.
I'm not really trying to nick all Mo's followers, just the pretty ones. All the best.

Anna totally threatened Mo too which makes me wonder. She said I could totally kick Mo's ass. I'm beginning to think Mo has a cult of greatness following him around. Just a thought.

I leave you with a laugh


EDIT Because Rubbish told me to.

I am challenging everyone to write a story using these 10 words! I'm really only challenging Mo but if you think you can beat him you are welcome to it. I think you can beat him! I said do it Bitch! *flash* I'm feeling froggy today so be careful. Ok so here are the words and phrases you have to work with.

Tunnel
token intake
exclusion
underline optional rats
approaching damnation
non imperiousness
insemination
ass mug
economical produce
wayfaring

That's why Rubbish's poem makes such perfect sense.