Rules Of Engagement...

I've said this before. If you delete a comment of mine from your blog (and I find out) you are dead to me.

I absolutely respect your right to do so, but you just flipped the sign around to closed, and pulled the shutters down. I delete you from my system, and move on. There's brazillians of blogs out there, and I don't need the grief.

I am what I am, who I am, and what you see is all you get. Life is too short for the dumb shit.

Don't bother trying to get me to dish in the comments, either. For whatever it's worth, however twisted it is, I have honor, and a code, and I will not go where it makes me uncomfortable, and that does.

I never comment anonymously, and I try to conform to the tenor of your blog, and avoid profanity and such, if that is the sense of it, to the best of my ability. I could run rampant through the liberal blogs, torching everything I find and sodomizing their sheep, but I do not. I know I am not welcome there, and I read, perhaps (rarely) and I walk away.

I ask the same boon. All I want from you, for the most part, is your money. I have all the self esteem I'll ever need, my account as regards that is nicely full, thank you. I do appreciate your positive feedbacks, thank you as well, I likes me a pat on the head as much as anybody.

Maybe a little lick or two, as well...

If you feel a need to warn your friends about me, well, maybe you are reading the wrong blog, here. Ya think?

As I've said many times before, I, like sperm, am an acquired taste. For all of you guys who just flinched, a bit, A) Good! Yer normal! and B) Delete sperm and insert pussy juice. 'Course, I took to Lady Drippings right away, but I know some of you likely pecked at it a bit, like a newborn hummingbird, until she grabbed the back of yer head and smooshed you into her Secret Garden.

They can be subversive, they can be delightful, they can wrench your soul, and they can make you madder than a parent who just found out Michael Jackson's check bounced, and now they can't afford Preparation H for their boy, but in the end...

...it's just a fucking blog.



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