Yes, phone-callers of disbelief, I am walking home today. Lots of people take long walks and they don’t die. I won’t die either.
Yes, I have my cell phone.
Yes, I’m sure I want to do this.
And, fine, if I die, you can all get together and drink the last of my vodka.
[Edited to add: I lived. It was a beautiful walk.]
I’d just like to take a moment to thank Brittney over at Nashville is Talking for providing me with one of the highlights of my blogging career. Check this out and note the civil discourse. Then, check this:
Shep is gay?? Gee, who’s next…. Ellen? Elton? Etheridge? Surprised? …NO Care? …NO
I find it more offensive that the F-bomb needlessly be mentioned over and over and over in that post.
PLEASE spare me that garbage. Thanks.
Posted by: BoSox at October 24, 2005 07:33 PM
Is “fuck” really so offensive? Or is it offensive because such a sweet ole girl like me hurls it like a baseball player spits sunflower seeds? I’m easy to find. Why wouldn’t “BoSox” just come over here and scold me for my potty mouth?
Aw, BoSox, sorry I’m not easily shamed. But you just lean in and I promise, I’ll whisper “fuck” so sweetly and softly in your ear that you’ll forget all your objections to my garbage.