When I logged in this morning I discovered that over half of the comments you all left on yesterday's post are missing. Poof. Gone. Into thin air. Which makes me so, so sad 'cause y'all are so, so funny. I need that humor these days.
If this has happened to anyone else, let me know. Because I'd have an easier time convincing Ann Coulter to give Ted Kennedy a lap dance than I would getting hold of Blobber.
Thanks,
Moi
15 comments:
Well it looks like I got red tagged.
The sound one hand clapping is a slap in the face!
Hey, I still can't get over that hot hoochie mama with the snausages...
I deleted the comments on my blog one day by editing the blog entry then saving it instead of publishing it.
That's all I got for possibilities.
I think I saw a whole bunch of your comments at the bar drinking martinis with scantily clad women. They were all talking about you. They ordered a few platters of sausages at which point I couldn't watch anymore.
NYD: Ah. That solves that particular universal mystery.
Imanot: Given my predilection for Christian Louboutin and Daniel Craig posts, I do try to toss my male homies a bone every now and then.
WTWA: And they were saying, "Wow, we wish she'd stumble on in here in those Louboutins RIGHT NOW." weren't they? But spare Moi the sausage details, por favor.
i have been trying to reformulate my chickory blob to match my etsy shop to no avail today. grah!!!!!!
btw i happen to have that ann coulter. teddy dance...on he's the one gyratin' around on her. grrherha
grrrherhahaha to WTWA
Oooh - I love my comments and I would be HACKED if I lost them. Sorry.
**hands Moi a cold Fresca**
I was thinking of Iamnot when I read your post, but he clearly was in charge of his own demise.
K9: Thanks. Now I'm never going to rid my brain of the image of Ted Kennedy gyrating in his tightie whities.
AB: I know, huh? I live for y'all's comments. Well, not literally, but you know what I mean. **Sips Fresca and pouts.**
In my deleted post I revealed the formula for cold fusion nuclear power.
We lost your comment and one other at the Karmic Kitchen and have no idea why. NOT HAPPY!
Troll: See there? It's a conspiracy.
Shamu: We should send squirrels, Mean Dovey, and her boyfriend. That'll learn 'em.
yep--somethin's afoot...I done left cool comments all over the blog neighborhood that I went back to see if ya said anything back--an them comments was invisible- GONE!! Drat...I figgered that Baidu (Chinese "Google") was shovin' noodles up Google's nose jes' cause they can...ho!
I blame the Squirrels.
Personally, I like blaming the commies . . . Better yet, COMMIE Squirrels! Yeah!
No ambush yet... but, I will be on the lookout for Commie Squirrels over at my blob.
And now, I have to hate you for the rest of the day for putting in my head the image of Ann Coulter giving Ted Kennedy a lap dance.
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