Its de-lurking week-- which means that if you are someone who comes on by, reads my inner most exciting and totally not stupid thoughts, and doesnt leave a comment, yeah, bitch, Im calling you out.
And I have the ability to start calling you out from the miracle that is Stat counter: Like today someone was here from Finland. Finland! How could you not leave me a comment? And the person looking for Conquistador Painting on google? Have you not yet met Senior Juan? ( although the 3 people googling Irina's email address...please dont comment if you just want to see my ass)
In return, Im going to go de-lurk myself.
( am I the only one who keeps picturing the Hamburgler when i type 'lurk'?)
10 comments:
Even though you know who I am, since I read your blog through an RSS feed and am rarely "here", I thought I would "officially" de-lurk.
Was that the sound of your panties hitting the floor?
Hi
Delurking. Have no idea who you are but came across your blog.
Lol, that was a nice haymaker!
Yeah, here's the finnish stalker leaving a comment. I just noticed I've totally forgotten the spam blog - I have to continue that now!! Thanks for posting so often, that's totally nice.
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no lurker here
Answer to your question yesterday: peaceful easy feeling by the Eagles used to work great. ~art
I don't picture the Hamburglar, but I sing in my head "lurkee lurkee lee and a lurkee lurkee lah," to the tune of Adam Sandler's turkey day song.
Uh...so I'm not s'posed to "lurk"?
I love the Edmonton Oilers.
i always miss deluriking week. But I never miss typo week.
Yay me.
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