[This week's guest post is written by Scattered_Laura of scatteredfigments.blogspot.com. Check out her fabulous blog and follow her. She has no real friends and is, instead, collecting blog-followers! She is ever so slightly mad, which makes her ever so slightly more awesome than she already is!]
Okay. Your very own Squiriferous Scamp has asked me to hijack his blog. I'm not sure his asking nicely and my agreeing equally nicely really constitutes a hijack... maybe I should pretend I have a cutlass. Cutlasses are hijacky, right? Right. I have a cutlass. Watch out.
*Brandishes cutlass*
*Falls over*
*Stabs self in the eye*
...
*One trip to the hospital and an eye-patch later...*
Right. I'm back! So... what was I doing? Oh right! I'm hijacking this here blog. With my cutlass. Te he.
*Eyes cutlass dubiously*
So today I want to talk to you about something ever-so serious and grown up. It is an issue which is close to my heart. An issue which concerns each and every human being on this planet.
Hmm. Before I start blogging, I'm just going to pop and get myself a drink. You know...to get the creative juices flowing.
*Wanders away to the kitchen*
*Sees various empty bottles*
*Reluctantly reaches for the only bottle which has anything left in it. Rum.*
*Realises there are no mixers in the house. Straight rum it is then...*
Right. Ahem. I've got myself a nice cup of tea now [hic], so I'm feeling all creative and ready to [hic] blog.
*Pours another*
Sho. I like bloggging. And Im the won who [hic] originally got Scamp into the hole bloggin thing. That was a while bak now.
*And another...*
The thing iss... Cal's blog is better [hic] than mine! He'sh funnier and I just bet he'll end up wiv moor followingers than me. And then, you no what'sh gonna [hic] happen?! I'll tell you! He's gonna forget about me, thas wha! He'sh gonna forget about good ol' me while he'sh a wurld faymuss bloggist with a gajillion followus! [hic]
Iss not bleedin' right! Iss not FAIR!
*Waves cutlass around and starts sipping rum directly from the bottle*
*Slips on a puddle of spilled rum*
*Cuts off leg with an errant swish of the cutlass*
...
*One trip to the hospital and a peg leg later... still clutching the rum...*
Rite! Thas it! Im no lettin you get the better ov me, Scamp, you scurvy devil! [hic] Im takin' over! Thish blog is mine now! Arrrrrr!
*Hijacks blog*
...Yarr?
ReplyDelete*Swishish cutlass in your general direction*
ReplyDeleteYe scurvy dog!
Rule #1: NEVER leave the house without ensuring all swash is correctly buckled. AND certainly before swishing a cutlass.
ReplyDeleteI shall have to learn these rules, think that a tiny cutlass could be made for a rodent raider ?
ReplyDeleteI believe I have a contact by the name of Reepacheep. He may be able to attend to your cutlass requirements.
ReplyDeleteAwwwww a mouse with a cutlass! CUTE!
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