The Bitch is Back, Part Deux
Last month, I posted about my favorite barista (Mrs. B) coming back from maternity leave. The one time not so nice coffeemaker is much more pleasant, but I couldn't give her a new name.
Apparently my good ole buddy and blog mentor Dirk Mancuso (I've already hyper linked you a dozen and one times...so if you other people want to check him out, look to the right under the Cool Blog Buds section)....Dirk came back.
Well kinda. He posted a haiku claiming he'd returned.
Now not to imply Dirk is a bitch, cause he ain't. Unless you steal his Disney memorabilia collection, then he'll scratch your eyes our and go crazy on your ass. I will say I'm glad, no thrilled, neigh ecstatic he's back. I'm taking full credit since I took the courtesy to blogroll him, even after he mysteriously disappeared following the date with the lotion in the bucket guy.
Welcome back Dirk!
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On a related note, and possibly the subject of tomorrow's post. ..I have yet another blog crush. Of course all my previous ones are awesome guys, but this guy just seems to sparkle. Thanks for the awesome chat sessions last night. And thanks for letting me learn a little bit more about you.
Kisses all around...
posted by "W" @ 8:09 AM
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8 Comments:
Ooh, he sparkles? Like a pixie? Can't wait to hear more about him!
Let me just say, he's finer than a new set of snow tires and was nice enough to call me on his lunch break ;-)
Don't be jealous dear, you'd approve.
Snow tires? You mean you want to put him in chains? You're a kinky bastard.
Argh...I can't keep up and match your wit Six.
Perhaps it's you who needs to chain me up.
Actually, I don't get into much kink...I'm not that kinda guy.
*Bats eyelashes*
You don't wan't to get into a battle of wits and words with me ... I could give you quite the tongue-lashing ...
(heh, that sounds dirty)
***Leans in, eating vanilla Tootsie Rolls and wishing he could find sparkly guys instead of f*cking psychos***
Dirk, you can watch too, but from a distance...considering there's already a great distance between Six and I to begin with.
Although I'm beginning to wonder if his name involves a double entendre, and it's a good thing I'm so far away.
Giggles
Double entendre? Nah. Oh wait.
Six. Check.
Shooter. Check.
Huh, it IS a double entendre.
(and wait ... the crush is ... nah, couldn't be.)
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