Taking One for the Team…
This is a book. You remember what those are, a bunch of words printed together on paper. The thing on top is called a notebook and you write stuff in it. With a pen, you know, those low-tech writing devices ink comes out of. I have to go read stuff from the book and then write some stuff about it. In the notebook, keep up! Then I have to remember what I wrote and repeat it back to someone during a 20 minute slot in a manner that makes sense and they will determine if I am good at remembering complicated stuff I wouldn’t normally read (because Hunter S. Thompson and Charles Bukowski are both far more entertaining than James A. Anderson, who’s a really smart white guy who lives in Utah I think). They will give me a piece of paper to verify this. This is called ‘education’.
This month I have exams. As said. I’ll have no time to blog because I’ll be busy finding ten million other pointless things to do to avoid studying. This will be sad for you, but also for me because sometimes I actually enjoy blogging instead of it feeling like being whacked over the head repeatedly by a thousand hipsters wielding tiny silver pretentious Apple keyboards.
Meanwhile, if you are after some chuckles or some interesting reads, you can head on over to any of these fine blogs who are going to be ‘taking one for the team’. A few of these blogs are really foul, or full of stuff about sex, which is why I like them. Some of them are about good booze, or thoughtful well-conceived stories, or just so amusingly awful/absurd I can’t help revisiting them periodically despite my better instincts (hi Danny).
Some of these bloggers I don’t even know. If you’re one of them listed below, and you don’t know me because I’ve never even commented on your blog: Hi! I lurk.
Delicious Tacos He just went on a date with a former porn star he stalked online. What’s not to develop a prurient interest in. Like ‘Slays of our Lives’ with a pinch of ‘Days of our Lives’.
Bronan the Barbarian Because if you don’t know how to handle the sassy small animals in your life, you can ask Bronan.
Raul Felix (Except for that post about your inspirations, sorry buddy, Tucker Max?? He’s the dullest, most samey, bourgeois asshole white guy ever invented by the media.)
Plankton Life Life at the bottom of the sexual food chain, apparently.
Bang Some Chicks It’s not porn, it’s borderline suitable for work, it will probably give you epilepsy trying to decipher the typos/letter-sudoku, but it’s still fun.
Sass & Balderdash She wrote the greatest post ever about a strip club. I’m not linking it you’ll just have to trawl through and find it. Ok, I give in, here it is.
Kate Shrewsday Feeding my inexplicable obsession with British History. Gore and fancy dresses.
My Electronic Jukebox Sometimes I find good folk songs on here that sound like they have mandolin riffs on them.
Hidden Leaves Thoughtful posts about bourbon. And sometimes other drinks too.
Mike Calahan Mike tells stories. I like them. They are not about small animals, sex, or bloody, war sundered history (Mike, get on that).
The XXX Chronicles. Don’t be deceived by the use of ‘XXX’ in the title, this blog is TOTALLY all about sex. Your boss should be totally ok with you reading this at work. You work at a porn store, right?
