Bitch on the Blog

April 22, 2014

Laughing as I write

Filed under: Amusement — bitchontheblog @ 03:55
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I have just had the pleasure of the most hilarious half hour spent reading (and responding)  to some truly awful comments, opinions, atrocious grammar and general rubbish.

If these people knew how much pleasure they give me they’d hang me from the next tree.




  1. where? i need a laugh

    Comment by kylie — April 22, 2014 @ 04:13 | Reply

    • Kylie, you don’t want to go where others have trodden a worn out path.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 22, 2014 @ 04:23 | Reply

  2. Be a sport. Share the link with us. If you don’t want to do it here, send a mail. Thank you.

    Comment by Rummuser — April 22, 2014 @ 06:45 | Reply

    • Ramana, sorry, your wish normally my command. Except that I have tendency to erase the not so good and, usually, do not retrace my steps when I was barefoot walking over gravel.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 22, 2014 @ 12:14 | Reply

  3. I don’t need to see it, I have a good idea of what of what you mean.
    Anyway enough of the illiterates how the hell are you my sweet and
    wicked friend? I trust you enjoyed an Easter egg or two over your
    weekend and if not, why not? I didn’t eat any, but then I was just a
    very good boy for a change, but let’s not go into it, I miss my eggs.

    How do you mean grow up? Okay Ursula I am back to my usual self again.

    Happy Tuesday.

    Andro xxxx

    Comment by Gray Dawster — April 22, 2014 @ 08:14 | Reply

    • Sounds like you have been to Tunisia. Nothing more cleansing than a bit of tummy buggy. Don’t ask. I don’t want to remember. Mine was South of Spain (mid Nineteen Eighties). Gives you a whole new perspective on life. What you should ingest and what’s best left alone.

      Happy Tuesday (and rest of the week) to you too. And don’t worry about misplaced eggs. You have all year to find them again.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 22, 2014 @ 12:12 | Reply

  4. Guilty. My gramamr are bad you know. ( OOps…a typographical error) which, for the purposes of humour, I will not bother to correct.

    Comment by magpie11 — April 22, 2014 @ 11:40 | Reply

    • What’s a bit of “gramamr” between friends? I tell you, Magpie, there is so much rubbish out there I sometimes think some divine power puts it there for my amusement (and despair). Don’t say I am not big headed. Mainly amusement. Being kept in laughter no doubt extending my life span. Of course, and it pains me, in the press I do have to tone down my replies. A bit like school: Doing after school writing one hundred lines of “I shalt not say what’s on my mind”. A lot of even benign sarcasm is lost on people. Naturally, one could ask why I waste myself when I should be doing other and better things. Well, I liken comments to fencing (the one with swords minus the ‘s’). Keeps you on your toes. Most amusing indeed.

      Off to do some much dreaded filing I promised myself at least a week ago. It’s a bit like cow dung. Find your fork first. Then turn.

      If and when push comes to nothing this afternoon I shall employ one of my cherished pieces of driftwood to bite on. To stifle screams.

      Hope you are faring well,


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 22, 2014 @ 12:04 | Reply

  5. Aww. I needed a good laugh and you did NOT provide. A copy and paste even. Just an appetizer. I don’t want much.

    Comment by wisewebwoman — April 22, 2014 @ 18:40 | Reply

    • Well, WWW, sorry. One does aim to disappoint as little as possible. Never knowingly undercut in my endeavours.

      You “don’t want much”. I’ve noticed. I too have become modest. Within reason. Yet, you need to talk LOUDLY for the Universe to hear you.

      That last sentence and its sentiment so awfully “profound” I am ashamed of myself.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 22, 2014 @ 19:01 | Reply

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