Think BACON, loads and loads of BACON, or Roasted Pig

O.k....my faithful bunch of bloggy stalkers.  Most of you already follow my buddy Travis over at I Like to Fish but for those of you who don't, go check him out today.  We had a bonfire, we roasted a pig, and we had some fun in honor of Travis' 100th Blog Post.

My HERO in blogland with the grown-up blog, that has a real following, not like my poor pathetic excuse for a following(not that I don't love you all, I do, I'm just saying, she is REALLY popular, where I just pretend to be popular and try to fit in, and if you don't believe me just read all the comments Ed left about me) Cheesecake over at Mad Boastings of a Cheapskate Mom even made a special button for the occasion and everything.  She is so cool.... *swoon* I think I have a girl crush on her!  Shh.....it's our little secret.

 

I wrote a poem for the Roast, that was pretty darn creative, if I do say so myself.  But, of course, I was upstaged by Ed, and all the other "cool" kids.

Notice:  If you are dull, boring, vapid, and simply lack a sense of humor do not visit the aforementioned Roast.  If you are faint of heart, a prude, dislike four letter words, or are in any way shape or form offended easily perhaps you should not visit Travis either.  Actually, if any of those last several things describe you, why exactly do you follow me?

I am easily persuaded to write poetry for others.  All Travis had to do was ask, however, there was a promise of awards, and what can I say, I will do anything to fit in with the cool kids with the awesome blogs.  Check out my Awesome Award of Awesomeness!

 

Thanks TRAVIS!  Love!

Anyshakes, make sure if you didn't already check out my Memoir Monday post you do and leave some love.  I need it after all the mean stuff Ed said about me today.  I mean Travis asked, but all I did was agree to participate.  He(Travis) has thick skin, me, I have fragile girlie-girl sensibilities.  I have feelings.  I can't take it.  *pout* *stomp foot* *sniff* *tears* *huff* *puff* *more tears*

(Rolling on floor laughing that you were actually buying that  load of steaming horse shit) 

That is all!