…Boom boom boom.
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I got this thing in the mail today. A pamphlet and coupon thing from Glade. For their new…
Ahem…
Fragrance Collection.
Cuz, you know, the rest of their stuff doesn’t have fragrance or anything.
*blinkblink*
What is with the people running advertising and marketing these days?
Have you seen that t.v. commercial for Hillshire Farms lunch meat? The “Go, Meat!” one? It’s distrubing. Insane.
I have a thing for the Credit Report Dot Com Baby guy. And the Progressive Insurance girl with the big, tricked out name tag.
But most commercials these days just leave me staring at the screen like I’m going to start stuttering and drooling soon. Confused. Brain dead.
They’re just so… dumb.
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Moving on…
Last week someone found my blog by searching for “industrial strength pussy”. And someone else searched for “plastic bubble BDSM”.
Okey dokey then.
Today I got called vapid and witless. Isn’t that cool?
I guess sometimes I’m boring and talk about things of no significance. Like today? Lol. But, really… witless?
Fuck off.
That’s just lame.
Call me a fat, saggy bitch. A mean old cunt. But witless? *snort*
*I* thought the Monsters Inc comment was VERY witty!
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Obviously it’s a babbling sort of day.
I went and graded my website and ended up, after an adjustment, at a 93. That’s up from a 79 so… yay me!
Want to grade your website? Go to website.grader.com
It’s kind of nifty.
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I was over on my YouTube page today and it made me laugh. I’ve got a couple hundred views on my toy reviews and the only thing I can think of is… geeeezus… my mom could see those.
Like my porn page and this blog and all my profiles on fetish and BDSM sites aren’t worse.
Thing is, I know it’s unlikely she’d find those sites. But YouTube? She could.
Luckily she wouldn’t much care about the review videos. She knows I do them and it’s not like I’m using the toys in the video. Heh. But I guess they could lead her here. Which could lead her to my clip site. Which would scar her forever.
Ah, well. The chances we take and all that. I’m almost forty. It’s not like she can ground me. :P
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You know that pink, crocodile patterned toy bag I got the other day? You know how little girls are with new purses? Like, when you buy a four year old girl some pretty beads and a purse and a little girl make up kit? And they carry the stuff around for a week and sleep with it and won’t put it down and constantly ask everyone “isn’t it pretty????!!!???” and grin from ear to ear with their smeared, highly glossed, bubble gum scented lipstick?
That’s been me all week.
I love, love, love, love, love my new bag. I need to write a review on it. And I need one of these to put in it.
But, for now, I’m just going to continue fondling it, putting things in it and taking them out and fondling it some more. :)
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And now I think it’s time to go have a bath or something. Stop babbling, at any rate.
xoxo
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4 comments to “Babble babble thunder clatter…”
The only commercial I’ll watch is the ShamWow/SlapChop guy, Vince. He’s so wonderfully manic. And I’m dying to buy a SlapChop but it looks so *tiny*. I’d have to do a lotta slappin’ to get enough stuff chopped. Dan won’t let me buy one; booooo.
Don’t the plastic bubble BDSMers step on bubble wrap in heels or watch people doing it and that’s their “fetish”? You know, I’m losing track of fetishes here, I read on Fetlife that slashie-speak ITSELF is a fetish and therefore if you make fun of it, you are making fun of their fetish.
Huh?
I think the bubble wrappers are more valid fetish-y than writing in slash-speak but whatever. My “fetish” is too “princess-y” to count, I suppose. ;P
Soon enough we’ll just have to stop talking/writing altogether; god forbid you accidentally mock something that is sacred to another. We’ll just say things like, “have a nice day” and “I wish you well” and “gee, isn’t it nice to be nice to the nice, Frank.”
I saw the witless comment. And vapid. And the hysteria in her tone when she came back to defend herself and you calmly trying to get sense across. Guess they didn’t think we could see what they write? Weird! You know, it reminded me of people on reality shows; you know how the camera catches them being an asshole and the whole world sees it and then later when they come off the show, they *always* protest, “But that’s not me, I’m not like that, they made it look like that!” Etc. And we’re like *yawn* “No dude, you acted that way; it’s on FILM!”
Just one time I wish they would say, “Yeah, that was me and I lost my temper” or whatever. I mean, just *own* it, what is the problem?
Nice hot bath…mmmm…love it! Hope you enjoyed. :)
Spot ON with that reality show comparison! You gave me my first giggle of the day. :)
That whole thing about walking around with your new favorite thing and going, “Look!”. :-| Yeah I do that when I get a new stuffed animal. (I’m collecting tigers and frogs!) It annoys the hell out of Master cause I try to get the stuffed animal to hug Him or something. And then He ruins it by saying something like, “You enjoy breathing right?” Yeah, I do. So no stuffed animal hugs for Master.
This made me giggle really hard. I can hear Taylor saying the same thing! :)