Drunken bloghopping. How I have missed you. Jumping back on board with an excuse to drink and leave incoherent comments on people’s blogs, while exciting, also reminded me that I would need to post something. Revealing this issue on twitter only helped resolve it. (Seriously. Twitter. Better than google. People be helpful ya’ll!)

So here’s the story of two girls and their boobs. Honestly, I know for a fact that I don’t even need words here. That I should just throw up the bewbs and be done with it. But I’m not going to do that. Consider it like those pornos you hate, the ones with the shitty story lines. You know, the parts you fast forward.

I may not be smart enough to get into Harvard like some people, but my boobs are.

Wow so Twitter’s best idea was boobs. Actually, it was Kaiseralex’s idea. And then mah cracker Vdog casually mentioned that she owed me a guest post. To which I casually mentioned that she should just send me a picture of her fun bags and I would share some pics of my sweater puppies and be done with it.

She agreed.

And then she told all of twitter that she emailed me an obscene picture. You’d have thought someone threw a bucket of bloody meat into shark infested waters. Fucking cry babies. “waaaah how come Miss gets to see the pic and we dont?” Jesus. You all wanted to see it. So here.

Hear that? It’s the sound of thousands of computer mouses and laptop pads being right clicked at once.

 I know. I KNOW. They are impressive. I mean, are there even words? I’m having trouble myself. All I feel like doing is motor boating those babies.

Her husband is luckier than he knows.

Which makes it hard (that’s what HE said) for me to put up my next pic because um HELLO. My ta-ta’s ain’t nothing compared to hers. But I still had to take this pic when I realized how badly I should probably wear a tank top under this shirt when I went to work.

 Some VP’s might approve but I don’t condone that, least the VP’s from MY job. Others, yes.

Now let me tell you a secret. There are few things better in this world than cozying up to Vdog’s love pillows. At least for me. They are a great source of comfort and she fucking KNOWS it. If you are looking for me at BlogHer, this is where I’ll be:

 I almost passed out drunk here once and damn it, I will do it again. Also? Those are some happy mother fuckers. Can’t blame us!

What is left to say? Am I glad that the Weekend Bloghoppers was brought back to life? You bet your sweet gazongas I am! Happy Hoppin’!

Cheers bitches!

If you want in on the Bloghopping action, go here. (Poke around a bit. The rest of that blog is alright.)