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1. An old blogger went writing on, even though his day was through,
He had blogged for four long years with nothing else to do
He though about retiring then he got his ownself banned
Now here just lies the spirit, of the blog writer Bardicman
Ghost Writer in Disguise.
2. His brain was still on fire though his hair was turning gray.
His writing showed no talent but still he did it anyway.
He was happy on the Roof Top then his world came tumbling down.
He was no longer on the front page and no profile to be found
Ghost Writer in Disguise
3. Other writers loped on by him, and others went their own way
He even retired a few times but the blogging call in him was great
Then he broke the TOU, found his whole damn blog shit canned
Now you know the whole sad tale, and why I ghost write for Bardicman
YIPEE YI YO YIPEE YI YA
Ghost Writer in Disguise
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Love to Chat Sometime
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Posted:Feb 1, 2011 9:20 pm
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2011 11:48 am
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In honor of Groundhog Day this day has also been set aside to honor Horny196364
Reading his comments in the blogs just like watching "Groundhog Day" with that Bill Murray guy. Each day you awaken.. Hoping it will finally be different but low and behold. As soon as you open a blog and read comments...There it is... Love to Chat Sometime.
Over 26000 times and counting. (I feel like I have read everyone)
Here's to you Mr. "Love to Chat Sometime". May you live on for another 26000 comments. No one can blame your virginity on a lack of trying.
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I am Mostest Honored to Know You
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Posted:Jan 31, 2011 3:25 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2012 2:27 pm
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Ooops..
I was visiting a blog, I shall not this one because of the "personal" subject matter of the post, and it kicked my brain in gear. I am quaffing codeine so my brain being in gear is probably not a good thing.
I have no idea what I am even doing typing this.... whatever this is I am typing right now.
The post was about this persons friends Mom passing away. About how the friend asked her to be there with her.... and a lot more of the personal stuff about dates and death and loss and need....
Something really struck me when trying to figure out a comment to leave. A lot of times when I cannot think of a quick response I just nod to the blog owner and move along. This time I knew I should leave a comment so I pondered it...
We have all been here, not knowing what to say.... not knowing if what we do say is sincere or just words....
I could have left a comment like.. "I am so sorry"... But is there really anything to that comment? To me it's like apologizing that someone died only why would I apologize that XXXX passed away if I did not kill them??? Really no sincerity there...
"I know how you feel"..(then post example)... Sure I know how she feels because I HAVE been in her shoes but is there any comfort for her just because someone else has been there?
While thinking all the thoughts about the above comments I was re-reading the post. Then it hit me.
The person who made the sacrifice they made for their friend. The person who has to live with all her emotions while consoling another.... She is just an asset to humanity... She is an unselfish person who is strong enough to be there without anything in it for her own sanity. She is a rarity. She is an angel.
I know some of my readers will visit her post and some of you will know exactly whom I am talking about. If you are one of the ones who can put 2 + 2 together I just want you to look at her. She exemplifies everything still good about humanity.
In honor of her I ask that you perform one good deed in the near future. One unselfish good deed with even a thought of "Whats in it for me"...
Codeine and Joseph signing out for now.
I picked this image because the Angel I am referring to here is surely going to have to do a lot to hold herself together, to be the strength for another.
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Burrito's on My Death Bed....
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Posted:Jan 30, 2011 10:02 am
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2011 10:08 am
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Everyone seems to think it strange because I HAD to have a Taco Bell Bean Burrito © while I was too sick to even get out of bed.
So do I.
I am strange like that. When I get sick, sick enough that my temperature rises at or above the 101 degree mark (F not C FFS) I get delusional. The higher my temperature gets the more incoherent I become. This flu left me totally unable to get out of bed for more than pee-ing purposes for 48 hours. My temperature stayed a steady 101.5 - 101.8 .. This means that poor Babe had to spend 2 solid days and nights listening to me talk to the floor, walls, cats, sunbeams, and most of all... She had to listen to me talk back to the TV...
She likes to watch "Supernatural", "Charmed", and since we are remodeling an old 3085 Sq Ft building into a house, she likes to watch a lot of D.I.Y. network....
Those three choices alone gave me hours a day of people to talk to and interact with and had her yelling, "Why don't you just SHUT THE FUCK UP"....
Any who..... When my fever finally starts to break my body craves a comfort food. Some flavor that I can associate with "Hey, everything is going to be ok now"..... This time it happened to be the glorious bean burrito from Taco Bell ©
I woke up Friday morning in a puddle of sweat and said... FUCK... I have not eaten a bite in almost 48 hours. I need a bean burrito. Babe was one of the first people in line when the drive thru opened. (She really is a blessing) I ate half of it Friday and put the rest in the refrigerator where it sat patiently waiting for me to nuke it and finish it off about 4am Saturday morning.
Sometimes it really amazes me, that a flavor or a smell, can be such a comfort. No, Mine is not always a bean burrito. Sometimes it is Egg Drop Soup or Chicken Chow Mien or even a Subway © sammich. My body tells me on each occasion when it has danced the dance with death and pulled out another victory what it wants to feel comfort again....
Yea, I am not normal but I am just like me.
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I'm Not Dead Yet
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Posted:Jan 29, 2011 9:21 am
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2011 8:21 pm
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Holy Crap,
I have been sicker than shit. The last 72 hours I could not even get out of bed.
I am feeling a little better now. Just weak. I have only had a burrito and a bite of cheese cake to eat in three days.
My chicken soup care package has finally arrived. I am hoping it will put a little pep in my step so normal bloggy play can continue.
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Build-a-Blogger IV (special edition)
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Posted:Jan 26, 2011 7:04 am
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2011 9:58 am
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I have been in the dumpster diving trying to find the perfect body for [blog thatsmrs2u]. She put me under pressure to perform thus-wise giving me a bad case of performance anxiety. The performance anxiety along with the fact that there seems to be no males on here who deserve her great head has left me coming up short....
However, I now submit, for your viewing pleasure, This latest totem pole of lusty (?) goodness 
ThatsMrsR2U
We shall call this one MrsRYouSeemHappy2CME
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Holy Cow I am Knackered
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Posted:Jan 25, 2011 9:55 pm
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2011 9:59 am
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Co-Hosting this weeks HJT was a big mental drain and damn well worth it.
I would like to thank everyone who participated. I did everything I could do to try to keep up with the action on my blog and over on M's blog.
To all the Standard Members who tried to join in. Thank you. I have no idea why Another Fucking Fubar deems it a good thing for standard members to have to wait 5-10 minutes for their comments to post. Comments should be instant just like they are at the Face Fook'n place. It would be a lot easier to have more of a unified bloggy place if everyone's comment posting speed was equal.
If you have never hosted a HJT then make sure you are on the list. It is 24 hours of pure adult fun with cut ups and cut downs and interactions with people all over the world and it is all in good, no, GREAT fun.
A special thanks to my cohost M for Massive Heart. For a sixty year old straight man to be paired with a 47 year old straight man and the underlying theme of this weeks HJT was our coming out of the closet and getting married..... I salute you Mr. M!!!!
If you have never interacted with him... Its your loss people. He is one of the diamonds in this coal mine we are playing in.
I had one hell of a good time. With all the people signed up to host I will be eagerly awaiting my next chance sometime in 2012.
If you have not signed up to participate you really need to.
Can't wait to perv it up with everyone again next week.
Thanks again to everyone who participated. Even if it was only a comment or two. You are priceless to me.
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Hi JAck!! Err I mean
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Posted:Jan 23, 2011 12:20 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2015 4:54 am
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Get this,
I just got off the phone with my bloggy neighbor Nflater. I call him Inflater because of his serious addiction to the "Dolls of the Sexual Sort"..
Anyway's. It seems those are not sunflowers in his picture. They are actually a genetically altered poppy that he created in able to grow his plants out in the open. He has a few acres of these wonderful flowers.
So Nflater is having a PPP..
I have agreed to help him handle any crowd overflow he may have. There will be plenty of munchies served at his place and I will have some snacks over here too in case he cannot handle the crowd.
Just for the record... M and I are not gay. For more proof all you need to do is look at his photo.
If you are still not happy visit him at--> Hijack Tuesdays <--!!! He will sit you straight!
I, , hereby give any and all, permission to use my likeness, my handle and my blog in their continued efforts for unity in Hijack Tuesday and any other blog activities, including but not limited to blog posts, mentions, emails, testimonials, photo arrays, and any other use they deem helpful and necessary for promotional campaigns.
Dated: January 23 - forever, 2011 and beyond.
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Stop the Presses
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Posted:Jan 23, 2011 9:13 am
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2011 12:08 pm
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Normal Blogging has been temporarily suspended.
During my normal course of exploring Blogville and chasing down links I discovered another blogger with talent and wit.
If you have not visited this guy you really should.
juslivin20072
[blog juslivin20072]
The only thing that really has me worried is the uncanny likeness of this blogger and Babe's tattoo ...........
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The Return of Build A Blogger !!!!
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Posted:Jan 22, 2011 9:26 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2011 9:29 pm
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I call this blogger.. LadyInFireyLace
Big headed + Big Breasted = Big Excitement
The line starts behind me people 
IF you need something a little wilder.....
formerhellraiser
eroticneed
I call this one EroticRaiser
Yep, my temperature just climbed a few degrees...
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Baudelesque
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Posted:Jan 21, 2011 11:06 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2011 10:19 am
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In honor of the serious poets on this site. Poets like [blog kelidgh], Dr_Jeuss, and [blog chance2play] just to name a few... I am offering up this poem as an effort to pay homage to the ones who write the serious poetry. Yes, you guys and gals out there are the true poets.
When it comes to poetry I am just the drunken uncle at the family reunion. You know the one. He is sitting in the corner, drunk, passed out, with a lampshade on his head.
I like me that way.
It may be awhile before we once again delve into the serious side of the Bard so please take this one for what it's worth and enjoy.
Striking and exotic, yet an innocence pleads.
Swirling around me, threatening to clutch,
Perverse obscurities drives me to my knees
My very soul floundering at her touch
Yet, I beckon her to come closer still,
For I am longing the scent of her breast.
The breath from her moist lips shall envelope me
in loves twisted and tangled caress.
Turned in to her own foolish pride, so,
wickedly, devilishly, stained.
her needs, no one is attending to
and her passion needs room to grow.
What demons are haunting and hunting her,
I can't quite fathom this abyss,
yet ready I stand to dive into her soul
a metamorphosis for all that's amiss.
Starved for love, her unrestrained passion,
threatens to purge all in unholy fire.
Yet, I am strong enough to endure
The burns as I requite her desire.
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Poetry is a Gas !!!
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Posted:Jan 21, 2011 10:25 am
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2011 4:55 pm
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I have noticed that many people like to write and leave such sad and emotional poetry. It stirs my inner emotions and almost makes me want to weep....
I love to write poetry, nonsensical and whimsical crap but poetry none the less. (I wonder if nonsensical is a word....)
I guess I need to write sad poems in order to stir the deep emotions of those that read it.
I will love you through time,
Was your promise to me.
Today and tomorrow, All eternity.
I planned our future, yes you would be there
I kissed your lips and stroked your hair.
You called me lover and you called me friend
You swore to be faithful never seeing an end.
Then the day came and you were not around
My chest tightened up and my heart felt bound
You took the all of the life from me when you parted
When I tried to stand, I strained,
and then farted.
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