I’ve been saving up all sorts
of cool Christmas-themed
stuff for this thing–
— but you know,
business before pleasure,
The Muscleheaded Blog is oriented
toward disoriented but full grown adults
who enjoy sarcastic, snarky humor,
semi-literate social commentary,
and mildly ribald, salacious pictures
aimed at the more prurient
nature of our readers….
there might be pictures of naughty bits
making contact with each other
of course, this is all in fun,
and no actual naughty bits
were injured during the production of same.
which is never a bad thing,
— as long as you’re
standing far enough away —
and fully clothed,
when it happens.
all bets are off.
Like that Saudi in England
rape defense to a British court
was that he just tripped
and fell on the teenaged girl
and happened to hit the mark– repeatedly.
sorry about all the DNA.
Somebody what kinda seemingly
dumb-shit jury bought THAT claptrap?
it’s nice to know that seemingly stupid verdicts
aren’t just a feature of OUR court system, anyway.
— back to our disclaimer.
How a disclaimer solves that issue,
well, I’m not totally clear about all that,
but since they do it on TV commercials and stuff,
I figure it must have some secret mojo,
— that keeps all the blue noses,
and the litigious types at bay.
or it’s just a cheap way to fill up space,
and provide an easy way of introducing a post,
that isn’t all that great in either concept or form.
it ain’t journalism,
in any stretch of
That’s easy for you to say.
here I am,
putting my heart out
on a plate for folks,
…… and all they wanna do
is want me to be literal.
And I mean,
what is the point, anyway?
You might as well take a mallet,
and beat a dead mallard with it.
Whatever the hell
that’s supposed to mean.
We interrupt this fine program
to advise you
that for the sake of brevity and our readers’ sanity,
interrupted this fine program.
to some of our wonderful readers,
and their blogs —
who were nice enough
to have submitted pics or other material
which inspired or appeared
on this year’s edition
of our Uber-Sexy Christmas post,
— just so’s
you know who to blame.