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That Thin Line

It’s like riding a bike. Once you learn how, you never forget.  After months of dryness, I am happy to announce that this week’s Wednesday Workshop prompt goes as follows:

“What a common misconception about you?”

And 5…4…3…2…1…


I feel like I’ve been dishonest to you, dear readers.

Those of who you’ve talked to me outside of just my writing, whether on Fbook, Twitter, or the GChat, might have noticed that I’m just a wee bit of a smart ass. And by wee bit, I mean sarcasm and perversion pretty much come standard with me.

Seriously, I’m disturbed folks.

I made a pot of grits then took a picture of them just to gross out Mindy (who can’t stand them — proof positive that Yankees are weird).

Not long before we first started dating, Eva decided to see if she could make me blush by being perverted. Her attempt backfired on her immensely and she ended up beet red with me laughing my ass off.

I once convinced Daybreak that milk is really the snot of cows. She wouldn’t touch the stuff for half a year.

Newly discovered, making any sort of comparison between Rachel Ray and Lilu leads to hilarious results and the distinct feeling you’re being told to go fuck yourself. “Cunty ass chipper bitch” indeed.

I screw with Tinkerbell’s head so much that she calls me a bastard regularly. This happens enough that I no longer see the word as an insult from her.

While helping The Ginger study for an anatomy test, I learned she doesn’t like the word “clitoris”. This prompts me to say it at least once per conversation from that point forward.

So while yes I am still the sweet person many of you see me as, I’m also the one who will play mind games with you for shits and giggles.

There’s a reason why the About Me in my Fbook profile reads as follows, “I straddle the line between being a humourous bastard and a sweetheart. Somehow, I even make it look easy.”

As today is the wonderful April Fool’s Day, my friends are all worried about what kind of crap I’m going to do to them. Some think I’m demented enough just to act like I’m planning something, if only to make everyone sweat over it. I’m offended.


-sees a bunch of raised eyebrows-

OK, it’s only to make some people sweat over it. Others?


I took a trip to the sex shop in Raleigh (sorry, no website) and Spencer’s Gifts at Triangle Town Center just to buy what I needed for today.

-rubs his hands in glee-

Let the fun begin.

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  1. Ben
    April 1, 2009 at 9:07 AM

    Okay. I don’t support April Fool’s Day pranks but I could make an exception for ones that include sex shop props.

    Because props can make almost anything funnier.

  2. April 1, 2009 at 10:38 AM

    uh oh….. im scared and yet so interested to see what will happen!

    ps – dont forget to enter my giveaway!


    Hehe, nothing too bad.

  3. April 1, 2009 at 10:49 AM

    Glad I don’t live near you on April 1. But looking forward to reading about the results of the day 🙂

    I all ready gave my friend her penis cake. She just kind of stared at it in shocked horror before saying that I was a horrible person.

  4. April 1, 2009 at 11:02 AM

    I’m too poor to buy anything for April Fool’s, so I just taped everyone’s shoes to the ceiling.
    I love the description of Rachel Ray, btw.

    I bought all of this stuff a while back so I didn’t need to spend all of my money at once. Even still I spent just shy of $140 over a four month period.

    As for the Rachel Ray description, the credit for that one goes to Lilu.

  5. April 1, 2009 at 1:52 PM

    You and I sound eerily alike in terms of sarcasm and perversion… you may just be a bit more adept at pranks.

    Have fun! (Not that I need to tell you to do so)

    In that case, I think we shall get along famously dear.

    I’ve had a ball today. The best so far has been my neighbour’s expression when she saw that I had left a penis sucker at every door in our complex.

  6. April 1, 2009 at 2:48 PM

    Grits are still DISGUSTING. It’s like eating a pile of mushy oatmeal (I don’t like oatmeal either…or well, it doesn’t like me). Gross yo. Gross.

    And I still think you’re a freak for not liking them. Maybe it’s something in the water above the Mason Dixon…

  7. April 1, 2009 at 6:51 PM

    This is a FABULOUS idea… a common misconception… unfortunately, I don’t think anyone could HAVE a misconception about me because I air all my laundy/faults/disgusting habits out in the open. And relish it.

    And she IS a cunty ass chipper bitch. I mean come ON.

    I picked my hidden bastardness because I’ve had people read the blog who think I’m one of the sweetest guys ever. Which is only true until I figure out how to annoy you.

    I happen to like the much-maligned Rachel Ray. Plus I am always look for new things to learn how to cook. So nyah.

  8. April 2, 2009 at 1:04 AM

    On this April Fools I have noticed there are very few bloggers that like this day. It should be a fools day everyday. I am too disturbed!!

    Dear, with me, pretty much every day IS April Fool’s Day. This is usually the one day where I’ll never really trick someone because it’s more fun to watch them sweat.

    I am ridiculously proud of the fact that I got Ben to like my idea. But I know it’s only because of the fact that sex props and other fun things were involved.

  9. April 2, 2009 at 7:44 PM

    i was never a fan of the expression “it’s like riding a bike…” especially since i’m probably one of the few people in the world who can say i never really learned to ride one

    I still have the scars from when I learned how so I am not that big of a fan either.

  10. April 2, 2009 at 9:08 PM

    Hi- just stopping by to say hi. I am a first time participant. Check out my non profit website
    We need help spreading the word

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