I was arguing with B. (what’s new) about links. I don’t mind reading links. These boys are very fond of them, God…..zilla! If I had a nickel for every link I’ve read, I’d be wearin a tux while FL wears an evening gown and Dusty would have to be driving our limo. Then again, Texas and FL have been extremely lazy in the writing department, so perhaps they would be better served…..serving me.
Understandably, links are used in order to make or prove a point. It’s terribly sad, really, that people need proof. I get it. I’ll abide by the rules….even though I don’t want to and shouldn’t have to because I’m a cute, sweet girl. (It truly beat the hello outta me how Sweet Wills was arrested the night I went hot-tubbing with him…….. I would give a link, but I have promised to make this post link-free.)
Shall I go on? You won’t believe me for I’m a silly girl. What B. doesn’t realize is that GB fails to mention pertinent stories. Did you know that James and CCF actually went on a hobo hunt or that M. really has four sister wives? I could provide you with the sordid details of these stories, but it wouldn’t be through my buddy, Glen. Nope; it would be a different link. The boys are safe….this time around.
Sometimes, a real journalist must find his own links. How else would I have found out about Daddy’s sick foot fetish or G.’s “other” photography shots? Yes, I can get to the meat of the matter, pal Joey, and I use more than one source. I have to; it’s the only way I knew what happened when you went out with drug boy last Friday….. Uh-huh. Now who’s happy this post didn’t include links?