For a week. (My attention span probably isn't sufficient to last for longer.)
While I'm off (burglars: my house is manned by house sitters and a very large, slavering dog. I may have lied about the last bit), I have decided to set you all a little task.
A Call to Arms. (Of the non violent variety. More of the limb variety. Although I don't actually want your limbs. That would be ... odd.)
You are all amazing wonderful MAD people who read my blog. I adore you all. When I was at church the other Sunday, our brand new shiny vicar launched his great plans to double the size of our congregation. By everyone bringing a friend with them, he told us, we'd be twice our size in the space of a single week.
I was impressed. And thought about what he'd said in great depth. "This is PERFECT. Twice the number of readers ... I mean congregation ... in a WEEK."
And so, lovely amazing wonderful mad blog reading people, I set to you my Call to Arms. Go out. Go forth. Multiply. (Literally.) Find your favourite friend. Point them over in my direction ...
... here: http://iknowineedtostoptalking.blogspot.com/
... or the Facebook page, here: www.facebook.com/iknowineedtostoptalkingblog
... and to the shiny clicky Googly thingamybob over here ------------------>
... and make them click on it/them/all of them/all of them hysterically on repeat.
And then, lo and behold, I'll return from my
And then ... um ... STUFF will happen. Like, you know, my cock will get massive. Or it would. If I had a cock. And number of blog readers was in any way linked to its size.
Have a wonderful (blog reader multiplying) kind of week. I'll be the lady in the too small bikini flashing my nipples at the general public whilst her 3 year old yells in her direction "Mummy! That lovely boob thing on your big nipples is TOO SMALL."
Best of British ...