Burt

I'm over here today.

Burt's Stache

Today is my day to blog over at Burt's Stach and so I did. Go and visit for 9 excellent Memphis tips on improving your career.

Stache

I am there today.

By the way, did anyone else notice that Google totally ignored Easter? It changes its logo for every tiny fucking obscure event, but not Easter. For Easter it did nothing. It ignored it altogether.

And fuck Google for that, too.

Burt's Olympic Stache

Today's dose of Memphis stupidity is over at Burt's Stache.

Not that it really matters. I mean, I don't expect you to click the link. Most of you are using some sort of Blog Reader to read this message right now anyway and you don't click anything. I know, I know. And it's not even really all that funny. I mean, when was the last time I was really funny, right?

There is some hot Olympic athlete photos, with skin-tight Speedo suits and all that, though. Just thought I'd mention that.

I Am

I am at the Stache today.



Come with me, my love
To the sea, the sea of love
I want to tell you oh how much I love you

Do you remember when we met?
That's the day I knew you were my pet
I want to tell you how much I love you

Come with me
To the sea
Of
Love

Do you remember when we met?
That's the day I knew you were my pet
I want to tell you oh how much I love you

Come with me
To the sea
Of
Love

Do you remember when we met?
That's the day I knew you were my pet
I want to tell you oh how much I love you

Stache

It's my turn to post at The Stache.

Today's Dose of Awesomeness

Today's lovely post, which is not about cheating spouses or groin-kicking Sandra Bullock or punching anyone in the face, is over at Burt's Stache. Please follow me down the yellow brick road and come see what hilarity I have written. Yes, modesty is my greatest asset. Modesty and total awesomeness.

Being Offensive Elsewhere

I'm offending people over at The Stache today.

Hey! Hey you! Pssst

Peek-a-boob!

Are you still here? I thought you'd left. Well anyway, I took my big, pink ribbon and I went over here.


It's my day to blog at Burt's Stache. Come on over and enjoying ripping me to shreds over at The Stache.

Come on. You know you want to.


This is what a feminist looks like

Burt's

It isn't my best work, certainly not my most creative, but today I posted at Burt's Stache. If you've got the time, I've got the news. Check it out and leave a comment. You can even tell me how much it sucked, although naturally I'm hoping you'll lie and tell me I'm great.

Where the hell did I go?

I forgot to tell you guys, but I'm over at Burt's Stache and I have been since late last week. It's not that I'm being unfaithful. It's just that sometimes I wander over to the wrong website and start writing. Once I start, well, you know I can't stop my amazing genius or anything.


Burt's Stache?
What the fuck is that?

By the way, over on Twitter, Elizabeth Banks is entertaining us with this:

ElizabethBanks Do I still have to tip a town car driver who doesn't carry my bag, then farts in the car? Also, it's raining so the window roll-down sucked.

ElizabethBanks When this driver tweets that I'm cheap, I want my side of the story known: He is non-bag-carrying farter who listens to lite rock.

ElizabethBanks Some clarification - he didn't roll down his window - he instead pretended the fart didn't happen. AND he didn't wear his seatbelt.

ElizabethBanks Maybe he was afraid that if he tightened his seatbelt a couple more farts would be squeezed out. A gentleman.

Burt's Stache talking about Age and Conversations

I'm over at Burt's Stache today. Do me and favor and come leave me a comment.

Stache

It's my day to write for Burt's Stache, so if you're bored, please come read my shit and then leave comments saying I'm great.

And if you don't think I'm great, just say you think I am anyway. Consider it a marketing exercise.

Over at The Stache

I'm over at Burt's Stache today. Please come check out my latest crap and leave me comments pretending you think it's great. It makes me look good in front of people who have no idea who I am.

Thanks!

Tuesday at The Stache

My blog post for today is over at Burt's Stache. Do me a favor and go check it out.

Tweet Tweet

Tweet of the world, Ma!
Today's post, such as it is, can be found over at Burt's Stache. Come pay me a visit. Leave a comment. I'll give you a cookie.

Stache

So, once again, I am over at Burt's Stache today. I mean, my writing for today is. I myself will be in the potty. I can feel an explosion about to occur.

Today

My post for today is over at Burt's Mustache. If you love me you'll click this link and go read it and leave me lots of awesome comments about how great I am.

And if you're reading this in some sort of blog feed and don't even comment or click my links or watch my videos then I hope you get gonorrhea and feel really badly for neglecting me so.


Comment or die!

Today's post

Today's post is over at Burt's Stache. Please go have a look. I need all the support I can get.

What America Needs

Today's illustrious post is over at Burt Reynold's Mustache. Please click here and go check it out. I know all you Google Reader users are annoyed at having to actually come here to Blogger, but it's only once a month, sort of like a period, only without the cramps and spotting.