For the two of you who read this blog, you may have noticed that my last post is nowhere to be found. That is because I deleted it. Apparently, it was flagged by Blogger for "Adult Content," requiring a warning before you entered. This may have led people to believe there were juicy pictures inside
but no, that wasn't the case at all. I think it was just one word which was intended to be used as a joke. Since Blogger didn't tell me why, I just decided to get rid of it.
Hopefully, this post will be more acceptable to the Word Gestapo. Alex and Liz? Congratulations, you were able to read the adult version of Penwasser Place. I hope you could see that the "Adults Only" was unwarranted.
Far be it for this blog to be even remotely associated with serious grownup stuff.
Anyways...
I love my cell phone camera. Well, I don’t exactly love it. My fetishes usually extend to viny....oh, no, Blogger isn't going to get me again.
I think you know what I mean.
Although, there’s a lot to be said for setting my phone on vibrate, sticking it in my trousers, and asking beautiful strangers to call me.
Not male strangers, though.
Because I like conversation.
Golly, I'm nervous about what to even write now.
Along with the internet, Wendy's triple cheeseburger, and three-ply toilet paper, cameras on cell phones will go down as one of history’s best ideas. Light bulb, shmight (not a real word) bulb, just give me a chance to snap a picture of “Crack Filler” at the Home Depot and I’m the funniest guy in your address book.
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| Told ya |
Whenever I go out, I look for something which catches my eye. Something whose sense of style grips me. Something which prompts me to say, “Hey, that’s pretty funny.”
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| Like this. |
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| This |
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| And this |
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| And my personal favorite. Incidentally, how'd you like to be the mom explaining this to her toddler? |
I’m still looking for a box of condoms
which are sized “small.” Like Bigfoot
and Donald Trump working at McDonalds, though, I don’t think they exist.
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| Oh. My bad. Yes, I know this was a stunt. Just go with the joke. |
Of course, the cell phone camera is an absolutely perfect vehicle for abuse.
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| Clearly. Eww. |
But, I prefer to use it with discretion and at a level of maturity not usually seen in Washington.
Which is why I didn’t snap a picture of those twelve inch dild... in the Poconos (don't know if that full word will pass Blogger word searches).
I took a picture of tampons instead.
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| "Good man." |
Anyway, since they say a picture is worth a
thousand words...
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| Speaking of Congress... |
How ‘bout giving me a ring?
It beggars the imagination what Blogger actually finds abhorrent. You'd have thought I would have stumbled onto it at least once...
ReplyDeleteI have no clear idea what tripped their trigger. I think it was one particular word used as a joke, but who knows?
DeleteI can't even remember what your last blog post was about now. Since I was at home when I was reading blogs, I can just click on the thing that says "okay to proceed" or whatever it was.
ReplyDeleteI thought I read someplace that the guy that invented the cell phone camera was doing it so he could take pictures at his kid's birth.
It was about “spring cleaning” of old files and pictures-some of those old pictures are here.
Deletebe honest...you put the ky next to the grape, didn't you?
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee…guilty
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