Over at the Bar, Mary made the very valid point that I am not a pimp, I’m a ho. So I guess it isn’t being a pimp to ask everyone to stop by Blogs We Luv today to read what they’ve posted about me! It’s an exciting thing to me. As exciting as the prospect of Fab making me cry on his show when he pops my cherry. Being a ho is fun!
I also referenced myself as the Proprietress of PornFest over at Blogography. Dave took that in stride. I think it’s because Fab says such outrageous stuff all the time that you can pretty much say anything to someone who knows him and they will swallow it whole. Not that I’m NOT the Proprietress of PornFest. When Rott turns on PornFest, I’m the only girl in the house, ‘cept for the ones on every TV in the house. Since it’s my house, that makes me the Proprietress. I really don’t mind PornFest. I actually like porn. I even like some of the lesbian porn Dave was trying to decide on. Those of you who have been reading this blog since its inception, oh, two months ago, know that I like porn. Those of you who are new to this den of iniquity… not only do I like porn, I like butt sex. GASP! Shocking, isn’t it? I guess I really am a ho…
I did ho myself around in a few places. I posted about Fab’s radio show at the Bar and the horse racing sim. I posted at Zanctuary too, and I even mentioned being on Today’s Gripe. I haven’t hit up all the places I go yet, but it’s early days. By May, everyone I know will be eager to tune into Fab’s show to hear my smoky Stevie Nicks voice.
My Tuesday tune is a favorite of mine. I had it on my MySpace for quite awhile, I liked it so much. I hope you enjoy it! I put it up today not just because it’s Tuesday and I like the song, but because I have another taste of the Bar for you - it’s the Girl With Fangs again, Lex Valentine. In this post, Lex goes to her friend Dominic’s house because the band she manages is there. The band, The Dark Ones of the Disgraced, - or the DOD - is falling apart. They lost their bassist and their drummer just lost his mate. The drummer is in bad shape, and Lex is going to try to shore him up because the band has a album to finish. Dominic Solent, the band’s producer, is at his wit’s end and hopes that Lex can whip these guys back into shape. This is Lex’s first time seeing the guys since she found out she’s pregnant, so there’s a few jokes in there about her husband Alaric’s sperm. Hope you like it! Click HERE to read the post.
I have a buttload of work to do for the Bar. I’m feeling a little rejuvenated though because we got ourselves a new writer today. We welcomed our third male writer to the Bar. He’s another hot Scotsman, a close friend of our current hot Scotsman, Dee. Dee and Nath bring a whole new element to the Bar Story, and I’m looking forward to seeing how it all plays out.
One last thing on my ho-ness. I’m wondering if it was my pimpage of myself that got Diesel to stop by and post a comment. I mean, to me, that’s like Marcus Schenkenberg knocking on my door and asking if I wanna go drink a pitcher or two of margaritas with him. I love Diesel. He’s like the penultimate in funny. I could never aspire to be even half as amusing as his pinkie. Okay, Dave’s cuter, Matt has a bigger organ, and Fab can fist, but Diesel has… cache. I dunno. I about peed my pants when I saw he left a comment on here. My ho-ey self totally preened. Mary called it alright. I am such a freaking ho. Happy Tuesday peeps! 
