Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
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I'm so Irish, I could be in the coffin and they'd still assume I was simply passed out.
I once ate some green Mac'n Cheese...
You enjoy the occasional pint do you, Pugsley?;)
How'd that work out for you, Mr. Gee?:)
serena joy,
in honor of this friday post
i am skipping my usual nonsense comment
to say simply,
WOMEN FROM MARS ARE HOT!
OH, AND TGIF, SERENA JOY! TGIF!
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/t.
Oh, I completely agree with you, /t. -- women from Mars are very hot. No nonsense there. TGIF.;)
I'm so Irish, redheads* chase me like I'm the second coming of The Beatles**.
(* presumably because they want all-Irish Pug babies)
(** A U2 reference would not have worked)
I'm not sure you can get genetically guaranteed all-Irish Pug pups, Pugsley, but I'm getting some green leashes. Just in case.:)
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