Oct
02

We’re not whores. I swear.

I love the smell of commerce in the morning.Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But I’ll confess that I get a little tingly feeling in the nether regions when somebody leaves a comment at this here blog. And a full blown boner when somebody actually goes out of their way to link here from somewhere else.

It’s not so much about being an attention whore (or at least that’s what we insist on telling ourselves,) but rather some twisted sense of pride in the knowledge that somebody out there is deriving something resembling pleasure from the ridiculous, rambling, overly-wordy, too-often-completely-unfunny Saints-themed hack comedy Bea’s Head and I spew forth onto these here pages on a semi-regular basis. Who’d have figured that would ever happen? We’re as surprised as you are.

This morning we were shocked and appalled to find that Humid Haney plugged the post right below this one over at his place. Wait… did I say appalled? I meant delighted.

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