Bitch on the Blog

January 22, 2010

Thank God it’s Friday

Filed under: Uncategorized — bitchontheblog @ 18:31

Thursdays have now become a source of dread to me – for which I only blame myself since nobody forces me to visit GM’s blog. To do so is – if you remember your childhood – like picking a scab on your knee (say, a week after having fallen off your bike) prolonging the healing process. Giving satisfaction in a rather perverted way. I can’t say I am proud of myself.  Still, apparently it takes about six weeks to wean yourself off anything – make that a few more in my case.

Judging by GM’s entry yesterday she will move into the realms of necrophilia this coming Thursday. Don’t say you haven’t been warned.

U

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7 Comments »

  1. I had to look up necrophilia. Then I went to GMs blog to see. She wants us to know she’s still sexy, with her pic. of her in her jeans. But I don’t think she has sex with anyone, not even her “Toyboys” as she calls whomever they are.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — January 22, 2010 @ 20:50 | Reply

    • Bless you, Bike Hike Babe: You had to look up necrophilia.

      It is good to know that there is still some innocence out there in the world. It’s one of the reasons I enjoy talking to my mother: Whilst mischievious she has such purity of mind. And then there is the current curse of my Thursdays: GM finds it funny to have a 92 year old “begging for it”. In terms of taste it’s just awful, awful, awful, awful. Having followed her blog for longer than my boredom threshold is prepared to endure GM clearly has sex on her brain and why not? Look at Tiger Woods. And she does indeed cut a dashing figure in her jeans. She’d look even better if she managed to smile occasionally.

      She reminds me of a distant relative. It was quite tiring her constantly pointing out how beautiful and desirable she was. She was both – why state the obvious? Needless to say her husband slept in the spare room whilst the walls in her bedroom were plastered with pictures of her younger self. I staid with her once – for a week – when I was about nine, she was in her sixties; a child sees the world crystal clear, and both her vanity and her vacuity made a lasting impression on me. Not that she wasn’t fun in other ways. She was. Also, and the memory of it has me snorting with laughter (for obvious reasons), she was given to pointing out how humoUrous she was. I wish I could translate what my mother had to say to that. But I can’t.

      Word of advice to GM regarding her toyboys: Have them for breakfast or keep stumm. A veritable Mrs Robinson [reference “The Graduate” with Dustin Hoffman) she ain’t.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 23, 2010 @ 02:43 | Reply

      • Ah, come on now U, don’t be like that! And BHB, what’s got into the pair of you? GM was simply giving a humorous take on the “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” quote. Nothing more. And nothing less. And I’ll tell you something else! She looked great in the jeans. I wouldn’t mind looking that way now, at the ripe old age of 46. And the toyboy stuff is pure humour as well. You know, she’s got a mischievous sense of humour but she is a lady. I know. I come from the same place.

        Humour is very subjective, I always say.

        Comment by gaelikaa — January 23, 2010 @ 06:59 | Reply

        • gaelikaa, I myself confirmed in my reply to BHB that GM looks great in her jeans. So do both my sisters who bore nine children among them. Except they don’t harp on about it. Actually no, one of them does.

          Considering that the blogging world is a very public place (a bit like a forum in ancient Greece) you lay yourself open to criticism. A blog is not just a dung heap to throw anything on for other people to sniff at. You have to take responsibility for what you say – and GM is so evasive as to make the whole exercise trying to engage with her futile. She will not be challenged.

          You are very kind and forgiving. However, gaelikaa, in my opinion, GM just doesn’t know when and where to draw the line. We can all throw a few smutty lines and peddle it as humoUr. It isn’t. All it is is smutty. A bit like the difference between a baguette and what you pick up under the same name in an English supermarket.

          U

          Comment by bitchontheblog — January 23, 2010 @ 07:51 | Reply

  2. Grannymar looks absolutely smashing in her jeans. She was posing to show that she can still look smashing in jeans though she’s not 20 anymore.

    I enjoyed her Toyboy period very much. I love Grannymar.

    Grannymar has been kind to me, but not to Ursula. That’s the difference.

    I brought up sex because necrophilia means to have sex with corpses. Even scum-of-the-earth undertakers wouldn’t do that. Need pliability.

    Anyway sex & Grannymar don’t mix. Looking sexy, & jokes about sex, yes.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — January 23, 2010 @ 16:40 | Reply

    • Well, BHB, I don’t want to go there but since one of my research projects does involve death in all its infinity I am sorry to say that undertakers and their assistants have been found wanton. Not that the victim can be put in the witness stand.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 23, 2010 @ 16:58 | Reply

  3. I love your knack for humoUr. In this case taking the grotesque & making it humoUrous.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — January 23, 2010 @ 17:10 | Reply


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