Sunday, August 19, 2007
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Tim, your links stink, you fink!
- John Bangsund's Threepenny Planet
- Broken Biro
- Poetry 24
- Superlative scribbles
- Kirstyn McD!
- Rorrim a tsomla almost a mirror
- More Sterne
- Sterne
- Cam the man from the Dan.
- Too hot to Raaaaaaandallllllll!
- Erin's Excellently Everlasting Effervescements!
- Slammy Infamy
- Hail Paco!
- Baron Blandwagon, purveyor of cyberbunnies, hawker of Roger Corman, and Misruler of the Multiverse
- The Bolta. Aiyeeeeee!!!!!
- Bad Apple Audrey
- The cartoon church
- Sir Martinkus
- A Zemblanian abroad and at home
- A hodge podge of hotzeplotz
- THE SLAMMA!
- Jottlesby's nottings, or should that be Nottlesby's jottings?
- The Snarking of the Hunt
- Jazzy Hands
- David of Metal City
- David the Barista
- The Blogger on the Cast Iron Balcony
- Be an Opinion Dominion Minion!
- Mel...
- ... and Fel
- His brilliant career - from whale sushi to crumbed prawn
- Jo Blogs
- Yet another Tim
- Croucherisms...
- Was two peas, now three peas
- Desciopolous!
- ... Still Life - now with extra rotating cats!
- Erin...
- An Amazingly Awesome Australian Ampersand!
- Blink and you'll miss 'er
- Red in the land of the tigers!
- Wire of Vibe
- Chase him, ladies, he's in the cavalry!
- The Non-palindromical Editrix in Germanium
- Old Sterne
- Gempiricalisations
- TonyT
- The briefs...
- ... and the brieflets
- The Purple Blog
- Blairville, lair of all that is wicked and perfidious
- The enticingly acronymical CSH
- EXTREEEEEEEME WYNTER!
- Mark of California
- Jellyfish
- Silent Speaking
- Lexicon the Mexican
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11 comments:
Hi there! A female 8-headed, 20-stomached vampire-demon here (I lost two of my heads in a fight with one of those vampire-demon hunter types). I don't have a sense of humour yet but I am working on developing one and hopefully will have it finished soon. I should warn you though, that I do carry around with me some baggage... I have a necklace strung up with the heads of my previous paramours/victims that I never leave home without. Anyway, if you think you're interested in becoming my next meal, drop by my lair sometime and say g'day!
An offer too bad to refuse!
Cough.
I can meet the vampire-demon criteria in a doddle, but, seriously, you're being unfairly picky, thereby excluding many beautiful and intelligent creatures with voracious appetites.
I have to question your sincerity in wanting to find an epicurean mate.
Who said anything about mate?
Given that even the male praying mantis enjoys a spot of epicurean indulgence before having his head bitten off, surely you can give M, 27, of Newtown some respite.
Temporarily, they would be a "mate", of sorts.
Your preference for a sense of humour suggests a fun, matey kind of meal, non?
I think you've stretched that hope a bit too: hunger and humour are not a natural combination.
I am now all over facebook like a rash. I blame you.
If M, 27, of Newtown is the one I sent to Tumut a few years back then I'm more than happy to help him with his death wish (as you can see, I don't hold grudges).
I suppose it would all depend if said praying mantis hailed from the locality of the chromium mountains of Xanxor 5 or not.
I'm sure the producers of Dr Who can whip one up for M, 27, of Newtown in a jiffy, if recent episodes are anything to go by.
Hi Tim, I want you to read my latest post - http://gempires.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-secret-other-blog.html , and comment if you wish. Cheers.
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