Brokers Do It In Triplicate
Posted by: SuperGurl in Of the blogosphere, SuperFriends, SuperGurl's WurldWhy, feast your eyes on the fruit of my thighs…
Sweet,
yummerly,
blog children.
Is there anything like them? In this whole wide world?
Ya’ll, let’s be honest. At this point, I had decided I just didn’t have it in me.
I saw other blog children being borne, growing up, and well, I guess at some point I just accepted that my tree didn’t bear fruit. Plenty of nuts, but fruit? Nunya.
I’ll admit, it was hard not to be jealous. I remember when NAVY CPO dude was borne. I think I said something catty to Harvey. I’ve met Harvey! We were instant friends, I talked his head off! But still, when I saw another Bad Example Family member hitting the wires, I actually felt my blodge equipment wheeze in disgust. I thought, sheesh, someone needs to sterilize your ass, Harv.
I know. Bitter. There is no call for that type of stinking thinking. But I was a woman scorn. Realizing somehow my real life lacking in social skills had conveyed on over to my cyberlife, I gave up the dream. Figured, hell, I can’t have children the way I keep changing my addy every nine months. They might find me!
Camp BlownStar changed all that. Paul, CharlieDelta & Kerrcarto were instant brothers, natural blown-eyes. But it was there on the first night that I witnessed the bigger picture. The lurker bond I had fostered became a multiple blown-eyed birth. It sounds disgusting, I know, but believe me, every second was beautiful. (Especially once ole CD ripped off those cumbersome clothes and rejoined the party–Blessed Second Wind!!)
I met my blodge progeny. They are each really cool. They are all conservatives. They are funny as hell and they are some of the most persistent drunken mofos I have ever had the pleasure to hang with. I hope you will check em out (if you haven’t already) and if they offend you, well, big freaking surprise. You should hear the mouth on their mama!
And forgive me, Harvey, again, for previously thinking such terrible things when I truly adore your amish-like sprawl. It’s still not for me. Obviously, neglect is my number one blog instinct. I think we can safely strike this one up to just another mix up in the rustling of the leaves and the crackling of the lawn chairs. Chaos breeds.
But I do so love my blown-eyed boys. Now play nice, fellas! Watch the linky love. Be careful troll hunting and don’t forget to spell check. Someone around here should.
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August 11th, 2008 at 11:16 am
Baby. Whoa. I might just give up my seaweed and tofu standard liberal diet for the one in the black shirt.
August 11th, 2008 at 1:02 pm
I love it when a plan comes together. Mama, be proud of them kiddies!
August 11th, 2008 at 4:10 pm
Lisa, I’m his mama but you are welcome to call him baby…that’s CD, told you he was cute! And guess what? He’s in San Diego and would probably be all too willing to deprogram you.
Thanks Elisson, I am.
August 11th, 2008 at 6:32 pm
Thank god that is the most embarrassing picture you have of me. Right?
August 12th, 2008 at 12:31 am
Holy crap! Look at that three-pack of drunks! I’m surprised those clowns could figger out how to open a beer, much less drink-and-repeat…drink-and-repeat…
Believe me Supergurl, the feeling is mutual. It was one of those things that was meant to be for whatever reason. The insta-bond was there and was oil and water from the start. Too fun! That was some of the most fun I can remember having in decades. What a great group of peeps! It was everything I expected and more.
When I say more, I mean I drank more than expected, and made more of a fool of myself than expected. I’m surprised someone didn’t just flat kick my ass and chuck me in the river. kerrcarto? Paul? Supergurl? Anyone?
kerrcarto-
No way man… I have a mega-embarassing picture of you that I’m working on a motivational poster with. It’s gonna put you into cyber lock-down and put all motivational posters to shame! Just jokin’ dude. Supergurl hid my camera from me so I couldn’t get any incriminating pics of her doing keg-stands. Hell, I think I only snapped about eight pictures the whole time I was there. I’m gonna blame that on the Shiner’s…
Lisa-
Seriously, get off the vegan diet. It’s not healthy… (as I crack a beer and reach for my smokes).
You RULE Supergurl…
August 12th, 2008 at 2:45 pm
The only problem with blog children is they hurt like hell when they come popping out especailly when they are holding a 12 pack of shiner and a carton of smokes… maybe a cesarian next time.
August 12th, 2008 at 6:41 pm
WOW! You always were a SuperGurl. As a Blog-Mommy, you outdid yourself. You and Denny created a Masterpiece. I knew the Criplets were handsome and could be clever. But I never thought they would sober enough to write more than one paragraph making sense. It’s pouring out of them, post after post after post. I’m so impressed!
You must have given them the right vitamin when birthing. Keep your secret. You’ve done enough for the world. You deserve a big Hurrah! and a long rest.
August 13th, 2008 at 5:45 am
Hey, I’m LisaKay-not to be confused with any other Lisa posters! Hahahaha! Good looking kidlettes SuperGurl! Yummerly Blog Children, too cute!
August 13th, 2008 at 9:03 pm
Glad I was there to witness the birth of the triplets. Congratulations, blog-Mama!
August 13th, 2008 at 9:42 pm
Both the gut and the beard are history. See y’all next year!
August 14th, 2008 at 5:41 pm
Hey…did you spawn that blog? I love that blog too. Girl, do you have my digits? Our redneck acquaintance can share them for you..we so gotta have a long chat…are you coming to blogtoberfest????
August 17th, 2008 at 6:11 pm
That first one with the full beard neems normal, but those other two need to prove they’re not escapee slackers from the FreeCreditReport.com commercial. Sorry, but still have a high school daughter at home, so I’ve got my pass to judge a book by it’s cover.
August 22nd, 2008 at 6:29 am
Ya done good, Esgee. I’m still barren.
Probably a good thing…