a little light reading please

I got nuthin’.  So I thought I’d put in an order for what I’d like to be reading.

If one of you nice bloggers could please  write something entertaining I’d be much obliged.  I’m not fussy about the content so long as it has nothing to do with politics or bathrooms or whether or not women ought  to shave their pits or show their rhymes-with-pits in public.  Travel, crafts, art, drinking, cooking, sex, family, gardening.  I don’t care.  Just make it good.

Self-deprecating  humor is appreciated – better to make fun of yourself than to mock others.  Optimism is good as long as it’s not too pollyanna.  Sincerity is nice, but you don’t have to be mean about it.

Creative spelling and grammar is dandy as long as you know the rules before you intentionally break ’em.   Then again, it’s a blog, so don’t worry too much about that – no one (with an ounce of kindness) expects perfection.

And don’t feel like you have to wrap it all up with a nice little bow at the end.  If there’s a moral to the story, I’ll catch it on my own.  Jokes aren’t funny when you have to explain them and lessons aren’t as powerful when you have to spell them out.  Just let the chips fall where they may.

And could you make it snappy please?  Allayall take too darn long between posts.

Sincerely,

the blogger who hasn’t written anything in weeks

 

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7 thoughts on “a little light reading please

  1. anitvan says:

    I will oblige you real soon, promise!

    Until then, how about a dumb blonde joke?

    Two bowling teams, one of all blondes and one of all brunettes, charter a double-decker bus for a weekend bowling tournament in London. The Brunette team rides in the bottom of the bus. The Blonde team rides on the top level. The Brunette team down below is living it up having a great time, when one of them realises she doesn’t hear anything from the Blondes upstairs. She decides to go up and investigate. When the Brunette reaches the top, she finds all the Blondes frozen in fear, staring straight-ahead at the road, and clutching the seats in front of them with white knuckles. She says, “What the heck’s going on up here? We’re havin’ a grand time downstairs!” One of the Blondes looks up and says, “Yeah, but you’ve got a driver!”

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