Special Guest

Hey, everybody, Skaht here. We have a guest blogger today, Molly, from We Are Not Funny. She’s locking down her blog for a minute, since she’s looking for a job and her boyfriend’s mom has been reading her stuff. I think that’s kind of lameass behavior, but whatever. I woke up late today, and although I’m eager to post some stuff, it’s nice to have this as a place holder, especially since, knowing me, I probably won’t put up anything else today.

Molly’s stuff:

Hi Ya'll (thats how I say hello when I am a guest blogger) It's me Molly (mollybush.wordpress.com) Scott kindly let me guest-post-blog here because there was something I really wanted to write about. I was going to title it (cleverly) "What not to blog about when your boyfriends parents read your blog" But then I realized since this matter hits me close to home I really can't post it on my blog. It is, now, not safe for this type of literature. When I am no longer dying inside imagining my boyfriend's sweet mom reading my blog (and vomiting at my content) I will re-release it from it's hiding in the wordpress attic. I will then have a re-release party. You're invited, ya'll!!

Anyway, a couple things you shouldn't write about when your boyfriends family reads your blog. An important one is them. Yeah leave them out of it. Completely. Leave the Thanksgiving you spent with them in your mind and off the interents and don't mention making love (iIhave never referred to it as that in the blog) to their son in their home while they are home in their now guest room (pretty sure I didn't mention this, but I am too horrified to look at my blog at the moment) Don't use terms like "hate-fuck" in your blog. I know that, now. Don't link to a site for amputee porn and than say something like, "that makes sense, humping a peg leg could feel good" Yeah really don't do that. Just retyping that made me ill. Refrain from multiple usage of the word "cunt" and if they didn't know before reading your blog, don't out yourself for working at a tanning salon. Don't seem incredibly hateful and depressed. Parents like to think of you as happy, fun, adorable, innocent. Don't let your blog ruin that idea. Try not to use the term or coin the term Eye-AIDS, and if you absolutely must don't let it be applying to you. This might make them think their son was given a sexually transmitted diseases from you. GROTCH! Eeew, I just thought of another, don't write about how you never want to work. This may bring concern.

I have to actually stop this guest post, ya'll its making me incomfy. For now don't check my blog. But maybe check back soon. If I am alive inside again, ever.

Bye Ya'll

(PS – Skaht here, again. I didn’t edit Molly’s stuff. I just noticed the misspelling of “y’all.” Also, the picture is courtesy of me, a random Flickr search, and MS Paint.)