win a date with kyknoord
Blogging's most recently eligible bachelor is on the block. As he is my heart's desire -- but already has a harem of salivating slaves at his beck and call -- I've sent in mutiple entries, using various email addresses in an effort to deke him out. He may be cute but he's not too smart (I like that in a man). Meantime, I'm sharpening my tongue just in case those harpies take issue with me after I've dragged him back to my cave by his pony tail. I love blood sport.
posted by andrea at 4:08 p.m.
4 Comments:
Always a pleasure, my friend. Hey, did you just call me dim?
Ok, we are even! I have completed my marketing campaign for the pony tailed hottie.
SMooch,
The Tart
; )
Psst. Let him out of the cave, girl. How can we have a contest? Share. ; )
Me-OUWCH!
My word this is getting interesting.
I don't imagine that 'Ol cakenoord was prepared for this onslaught of Felid ferocity!
Lucky bastard.
Felid ferocity. I love it!
If you want to see a real show, it's pistols at high noon for Tart and me. Or was that daggers at dawn? Hope I don't oversleep.
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