Tag, I’m It

Max, I am going to grab you by the ankles, turn you upside down and dip your head in…in…oh, I don’t know…dark red henna.  But Celluloid Cherry sounds like an adult film star name spawned by some crazy net generator and one quality that cannot be attributed to you is bad taste.

So I’ve been tagged by Max right here and I’ve got to spin some net cred to five blogs that are “thoughtful.”  Of course, this is subjective so if my choices cause you to crinkle your nose in confusion bear in mind that yours truly is doing the write up.  Ready, set, disseminate:

Raincoaster - A fiesty and young at heart Canadian who proves our neighbors to the north aren’t all syrupy.  The sort of gal who would walk behind a royal and prod their ass with a cane whilst giving a big toothy fuck you smile to the camera.  I’d gladly nurse a beer and a bag of ketchup flavored potato chips with good ol’ Raincoaster and laugh over tales of ribald:

There is a corner near my house, by the old Golden Buddha Monastery, that is the Fat Girl Corner. Sometimes it is Pregnant Girl Corner, because the easiest way for a junkie to get fat is to get pregnant, as they do not generally eat. But sometimes Pregant Girl and her friend, Pregnant Other Girl, are not there and it’s just Fat Girl or Fat Woman Who Is Too Old To Be Doing This, Really. But all the chubby chasers know where to go for what they’re looking for.

Such depth, such breadth of knowledge.  That is my Raincoaster.

Juggling Cats -  A former jailbird and one cool and honest cat.  Does this guy ever sweat?  I seriously doubt anyone dared to touch his hiney behind bars.  But I haven’t gone back far enough to look at all of his entries [seriously, no pun intended] so what do I know?  However, I like what I see and seeing that I’m naturally drawn to subversive and fucked up people - recovering and current - it’s no surprise he makes the cut.  He inspires me to turn it up a few notches.  I’m always amazed by how candid and fearless he is.  To know thyself is divine, to put it on the net takes more nuts than a squirrel could swallow in their six year lifespan.

[sic] the following is a list of weapons i carried while in prison.  not necessarily all at once, but at least one at all times.  in all the time i was down i only ever used one of them.

Now if that’s not enough to whet your appetite then you’re a dullard and away to the gallows at once.

Jessie Yum Yum - She ought to just coin herself the “Blonde Lioness” because fierce and proud she is - and for those who are capable of thinking outside the box and accepting her as she accepts herself; that is, one who unapologetically makes a living within the realm of the adult entertainment industry [as it is unabashedly displayed on the header of her blog] by dazzling the opposite sex with her long runner’s legs and shaking that formidable bon bon and building an impeccable reputation as a savvy businesswoman and a must see on the who’s who list of premier adult entertainers - and lest you think she is a vacuous fly by night bimbo, I daresay that anyone who writes -  

I inquired as I invaded her personal space to inspect her computer screen.  I was not just content with the “A” or the fact that I was the top student.  I wanted to know exactly how many points I creamed the second place student.

 - is my kind of girl and I don’t roll with stupid people .  Maybe smart people who make stupid decisions but that doesn’t count.  Jessie, if your business spikes because of me, you owe me a lap dance.

Ok, these are my three.  Two more to go in a little bit.  I must mull this over carefully.