Let’s face something right now: I probably would not have even started a blog if it weren’t for Rebecca.
I won’t go as far as to say she made me to it, but she encouraged me to and I love that I caved to her wishes. She also got me to join Twitter and helped goad me into that entire Facebook vortex (George’s description, not mine – though he is 100% correct).
If she has her way (and Jon too), and I get a new MacBook, you might see vlogs here. MIGHT. That is months away, unless my PowerBook gets hit by space debris falling to earth.
Morty, Jon and Dith get some exposure here, but Rebecca probably gets a bit more. I don’t mean to play favourites, but she does have a novel (!) and actually has provided me with some great bits to use here.
I waited for a few days for her to post this – but she didn’t, so I am claiming it as my own – though it is totally hers. Except for the writing and posting part. She provided the link. But really, that is about 67% of it – right?
It is nice to see that lesbians don’t have it all together, like they are usually portrayed. It is usually us pansies that get the bad rap for homosexuality. We put things in places they allegedly do not belong. I mean, except for Morty George.
You can certainly read the article, but I’ll just tell you now the highlights are: lady same sex marriage, getting ‘all liquored up’, brother’s semen, turkey baster, and attempted forced insemination.
Whooo-hooooo. Liquor in the Front, Gamblin’ out Back!!!!
Seriously, how tragic…….and yet hilarious. Yet I’m sure come election time, it will be a reason for the Right to campaign to repeal same-sex marriage in Massachusetts.
And as it turns out, this is a post Becky could have never written. She lives to close to this, what I can only assume is a double-wide. Those “gals” could come over and do some major damage to her if they ever found her.
I’m assuming they’d hold her down and draw some new eyebrows on her as their revenge.
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