BLOGIVERSARY STUFF

I gotta have blogiversaries more often. Look at the goodies I raked in:

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I'm sure it had nothing to do with this post.

Anyway, it says the following:
1) Yes!
2) I caught you a delicious bass!
3) Sweet!
4) I told you, I spent it with my uncle in Alaska hunting wolverines!
5) Lucky!
6) Whatever I feel like I wanna do, gosh!
7) Freakin' idiot!

And it says them in order. This ain't one of them random talking pens.

The best thing about it is that Beloved Wife TNT was less impressed with the movie than I was, so I can use the pen to punish her if she's been bad.

Speaking of real life, Blogson Johnny "Elevator Man" -Oh of Closet Extremist actually picked up the phone and called to wish me a happy blogiversary, since MuNu comments were FUBAR at the time. Unfortunately, I wasn't at home to take the call.

By the way, Johnny, TNT was disappointed that you didn't make a single pass at her during that whole message.

Anyway, let's peek at the virtual gifts...

Bloggranddaughter Ktreva of The Reality Ranch got me an official FBI T-shirt. And NO, that doesn't stand for Federal Breast Inspector.

Blogstump Contagion shares the Dan Rather Memo version of the first time we met in person (i.e., fake but accurate). By the way, I giggled myself silly when I read that Contagion wants "period facial hair". Wonder if that means he's going to dye his beard red?

Blogdaughter Boudicca of Boudicca's Voice says I'm "pretty big". More than that, a man simply could NOT wish for.

Bloggranddaughter VW Bug of One Happy Dog Speaks just points at me and laughs. *SIGH* I'm used to that sort of thing...

Bloggranddaughter Rave of Quid Nunc made me this beautiful collage as a PDF file. Here's the slightly smaller jpg version.

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A very talented child. Have to stick this one on the fridge.

Quoth Blogdaughter Teresa of Technicalities "Here's to many more years of Harvey prodding people"... Yeah, me & my prod will BOTH drink to that...

Blogdaughter Tammi of Tammi's World gave me the best damn t-shirt that I ever saw. Finally... women will start lifting their shirts at me and asking "are THESE what you're looking for?" instead of asking that question after punching me in the nose with a set of brass knuckles.

The rest of you gawkers, go to the blogiversary announcement post and make up some filthy lie about me.