The MacDaddyTake a Spanking and come back for more!
September 27th 2007 14:03
If you've had the pleasure (...no, not the pleasure of my horizontal tango) of reading my first ever post, you'll be musing to yourself...
To be perfectly honest: I'm undecided. If Seinfeld can be a show about nothing, I can be a blogger without topic.
And this is where you, the reader, step into the breach.
I'm a rather random and eclectic individual. In fact, I love the word random. It combines the perfect tense of "run" with the colloquialism "...a plastic sheath used as contraception in the act of intercourse." Sex and Grammar. Oh what sweet ingredients in the perfect first date conversation.
As a terrible side-effect of my condition, I proffer totally unsubstantiated opinions on every topic under the proverbial Sun. You name it - I'll shit on about it. The answer is at best quirky - at worst derogatory.
If you want a little ray of Sunshine into your otherwise dreary existence - that little glimmer of glee you get when a drooling 'tard engages in a subject totally foreign to them. The end product being something that flatters your intelligence, and totally tears another hole for MacDaddy's reputation.
Be it wrestling, Karma Sutra, midgets, John Howard's eyebrows, porn or whatever...
The power is in your hands.
(Like a choose your own adventure...if such an adventure contained tits, copious pints of guiness, and bags of sandpaper falling on elderly gentlemen's plums)
Contact The MacDaddy. Caress The MacDaddy. Love The MacDaddy.
This shall be your mantra.
Hold the phone! Just what is this low-brow jerk-off actually going to talk about?
To be perfectly honest: I'm undecided. If Seinfeld can be a show about nothing, I can be a blogger without topic.
And this is where you, the reader, step into the breach.
I'm a rather random and eclectic individual. In fact, I love the word random. It combines the perfect tense of "run" with the colloquialism "...a plastic sheath used as contraception in the act of intercourse." Sex and Grammar. Oh what sweet ingredients in the perfect first date conversation.
As a terrible side-effect of my condition, I proffer totally unsubstantiated opinions on every topic under the proverbial Sun. You name it - I'll shit on about it. The answer is at best quirky - at worst derogatory.
If you want a little ray of Sunshine into your otherwise dreary existence - that little glimmer of glee you get when a drooling 'tard engages in a subject totally foreign to them. The end product being something that flatters your intelligence, and totally tears another hole for MacDaddy's reputation.
Be it wrestling, Karma Sutra, midgets, John Howard's eyebrows, porn or whatever...
The power is in your hands.
(Like a choose your own adventure...if such an adventure contained tits, copious pints of guiness, and bags of sandpaper falling on elderly gentlemen's plums)
Contact The MacDaddy. Caress The MacDaddy. Love The MacDaddy.
This shall be your mantra.
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