I'm not even sure what I am to do except answer questions. That I think I can handle.
But, this blogging thing. I am new at it and it truly fascinates me. I haven't had such fun since hanging out at the à bas Auberge de Baisse in Paris.
In case you don't know what that is, it's Boo Drop Inn in the American language, that is frequently hosted by dead celebrities and comics. Friday nights are all-you-can-drink nights for $4.95. I might be famous, but I'm cheap. And so are the women. And that's why I go being as I'm quite virile and quite handsome for a 364-year-old ghost.
But, I digress.
Blogging.
Being as I am about to go out on this virtual book tour, I wanted to see what blog land is all about. From what I can gather, the humans talk about all sorts of things, which I find quite entertaining.
So, I'm presuming it's a free for all place to write whatever you want.
But, one thing I found rather interesting was this meme thing. If I understand it, you are supposed to write a list of things pertaining to yourself. Henri loves talking about himself!
So, tonight I give you my first attempt at a meme. This one is called "Ten Reasons Why I Hate Being a Stud."
Are you ready? Here we go...here we go...cie la vie!
TEN REASONS WHY I HATE BEING A STUD
1. There's only one of me to go around.
2. Playgirl won't stop calling me.
3. My brain says no, but my whacker says go.
4. They don't sell underoos big enough.
5. Even when I'm sick and throwing up, I'm still looking good.
6. They insist on me replacing Rosie O'Donnell on The View or they're going to close the show down.
7. I can't go out into public with a raincoat or I'll get arrested.
8. I not only stop traffic, I cause accidents.
9. I put the statue of David to shame.
10. When morning comes, I've already had 1,876,845 ejaculations and that's before I wake up.
10 Comments:
Hello, dearest mon amie! Thank you for visiting my blog and leaving great words of encouragement! I can always count on you to lift my sagging confidence. I'm looking forward to reading more and can't wait until your book is available here in Scotland.
Much love,
M
Henri, my dear ghost, yours is a delightful blog. Thanks for floating over to visit my blog and leaving a little spot of ectoplasm. ;-)
My dear sweet Maureen, I'll fly it to you as soon as I can find a moment of peace. The women here just won't leave me alone...crying out more, more, more...ahhh...the pains of being the ghostest with the mostest.
Daisy, your name is like the petals of loveliness dancing in the meadow. Sorry if I left a few spots of ectoplasm on your blog. You want me to come clean it up? *grin*
Sandy was quite excited that Henri hit on her on the RealWomenWearRed blog. After her ex left her for his secretary, her ego can use all the stroking it can get.
Baby, you had me at the statue pic.
Kathy, you must tell Sandy something for me. Tell her I have this Coppertone and she has to strip naked. Then, tell her I will be right there. Ohhhh lala!
Erin, dear sweet Erin, picture ten of his and then you have me. And I'm not ashamed to tell it. ;o)
Hi Henri,
I do hope that you will visit my blog in the near future.
Lormar, le beau blanc a monté, I accept your invitation and will be over as soon as I dust the cobwebs off.
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