In which I test the limits of the blog space-time continuum…

If you refer to someone who refers to you and then they refer to you referring to yourself, how many times can that nonsense take place before we make Albert Einstein go, “Whoa. Dude. You’re wrinkling the fabric of space”? (Trick question. Einstein never said “whoa” in his life. Well, there was that one time… but it had nothing to do with his mad addiction to Skittles and Mountain Dew. So, just back off!)

Where were we? Oh yes. Apparently, I have been deemed worthy of an analysis by Sigmund, Carl and Alfred. For those of you who don’t recognize the famous trio of psych majors: Sigmund is the sea monster, Carl is the jungest, and Alfred is the butler. They all live in a happy little village and make fun of other peoples’ blogs who don’t meet their exacting standards (unless, of course, you have photos of a certain New Year’s Eve party and its naked Twister incident and are willing to go public with them if you don’t get a good review). Go and see what these bastards eminent men said about me, and you’ll know whether I kept copies of the negatives measured up.

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4 Responses to In which I test the limits of the blog space-time continuum…

  1. Busy Mom says:

    Your life will never be the same,now.

  2. Linkmeister says:

    A Forest Service Guide???

  3. zee says:

    Dude, I went, and I read.
    Now, let us go and paint the town red.

  4. bran says:

    i’m fairly sure your sterility-causing “Bad Ass” wrinkled the fabric of time long, long ago.

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