Malevolent Memes

As if I wasn't in a bad enough mood already, I get memed by someone I thought was a friend. Great. You know something, when people post in their "own" meme post how much they hate memes, as Cassandra did - and then they hit you, an alleged "pal," up side the head with that very meme - maybe they are trying to tell you something! Evil sadistic Bastards! That's what they are. At least I will have the courtesy to meme people I genuinely don't like! Heh!

The rules:

Remove the #1 item from the following list, bump everyone up one place and add your blog's name in the #5 spot. You need to link to actually link to each of the blogs for the link-whorage aspect of this fiendish meme-age to kick in.

1. Catallarchy
2. Unrepentant Individual
3. No Government Cheese
4. Villainous Company
5. Riehlworldview

Next, select four unsuspecting victims, list and link to them.

Fine

Yes, Third World County - I know, I didn't take up some of the memes you sent me. One was even the music meme mentioned in VC's double whammy post. For saddling me with such tremendous guilt, what better pay back than to return the favor. No need to thank me. Bwahahaha!

A new edition to the blog roll - The Blue Maple Leaf - you didn't think it came without a price, I trust? Though you may have, given the Canadian heritage!! Hoot! Hoot!

For leaving blogging, then returning, there must always be a price - infidel. Nickie Goomba Welcome back. Just be glad we didn't wrap your head in a towel, put you in an orange jump suit and toss fruit at you out of reach of Amnesty Incomprehensible. Wop! Wop! Ooohh, I should go out for the Niner's with that one.

And Merri Musings - muse this, devil biatch! I've no doubt you conspired with Beth to launch the Cotillion as a means of destroying WTW. Thank God! But, that is besides the point. All of you gals should be punished for unleashing your no doubt pherenome-laced Cotillion posts into the blogosphere, garnering links from all the major players while we aging, hormonally necrotic old men go begging with our lack of wit and our in-perpetual wisdom. A pox on you, only not the kind that might come back to haunt me, if you ever link me, again. Death to Sirens! I say.

Now - the subject of this Detestable Meme is Five Things I Miss From My Childhood:

1. Airplane Glue - That's right. I told you I was in a bad mood. And while I played sports and did well in school, yes, there was a particularly loooong summer wherein I experienced the (cough cough) benefits of inhaling Testors nectar for the misguided adolescent. And I met Santa Clause. And I won't discuss it any more. He was nice, but those elfs, they were freaking hillarious, lemme tell ya.
2. Mary - Mary was the somewhat attractive and incredibly sexy sort of neighborhood girl who loved to dance and take off her clothes. In our early teen years she gave regular shows at an appointed place and time and I, among several other hormally over-charged teen boys sat back in amazement as the wonder of her exquisite and pure feminity unveiled itself before us - none of which we understood, nor so far as I know, ever touched, by the way - so it was pure and, for the most part, innocent. So I miss it, and I could give a hoot what any conservative Christian has to say about it.
3. My Schwinn Stingray five speed and alternately, my home customized English fully adjustable square handlebarred stingray-framed bike with "Hellcats," the name of our bicycle "gang" hand -painted on the cross bar in flaming orange and yellow. What more can I say. Bike makers should go shove a mountain bike up their wazoo. No two-wheeled vehicle will ever top those hot-assed bikes upon which I nearly killed myself more than once.
4. The heavy 8 ft. wooden pram I kept chained to an old cherry tree at my Grandmothers house located by an incredible fishing lake. Most every summer Saturday and Sunday morning throughout my early years, Tony and I, with the occasional third, would carry the boat and our equipment down and then up a slippery steep hill of a couple hundred feet to spend the day chasing after bass, bluegill, catfish, carp and any other assorted species the lake held. God, what sheer and carefree joy, not to mention the hours of planning and preparation, including gathering nightcrawlers that went into every outting.
5. Corky - My boyhood dog. He survived a collision with a car and lived for years with a breathing encumbrance for which he earned the ignoble nickname of "The Big Er!" What can I say, he was left with a grumbling rasp that some interpreted as an "er." Actually, it was more of a cluttered gutteral wheeze. Of my childhood, perhaps I miss him most of all, but no more or less now than Easy, the Lab mixed I lost just two years ago.

As for memes - I wouldn't miss one I didn't receive at all. And I hereby announce my future plans to dodge most any and all that come my way.

The end.

Comments

[Beth]

No, no, no...we just doused the major players with some Oxytocin so they would TRUST us. What a bunch of little sheep. muahahahahahahaha!!!

All your blogs are belong to us!

The world is mine! All mine!

[Beth]

Oh, and thank you for not hitting me with that shitty meme. I swore them off and you KNOW I would have had to ignore it. ;-)

[Cassandra]

I know this was unforgivable, b...b..but please try Dan. [sob!]

I knew yours would be worth reading, and this one was actually a bit fun to think about. If it makes you feel any better I got slammed with another one this morning by someone I had the bad taste to leave off the list.

I knew mercy was for losers....

[David]

Stick a fork in me, bubba. I'm done.