So Effbit has all eff’d back to the motherland for a wedding. The fact that neither of us is in NYC right now is making me crazy even though I obviously have no purchase with which to cause a ruckus. Still…with my crazy recent britfest (now entering the Netflix TV mini-series phase), if I can’t be in NY then I’d just as soon be in Britain or right across the small pond from it and DAMMIT that’s where she is. Crazy Irish. She best get her ass back to town soon because she’s gonna owe you people MAAAD posts. On the other hand, she could scoop up a sweet accent man for me if she works it right so maybe she should take her sweet time. I told her to be fearless in interviewing men she meets; she already vets people for me, so it’s really only a simple step further to record some liltingly dulcet tones. Yummmmm.

So, in honor of Effbit’s trip (where she better not be having too much fun), I will be posting under a theme. She was complaining that I never seemed to fancy her countrymen so for the next two weeks I plan to offer a selection of hawt Irish. Not sure if I’ll run out early or not (KIDDING) (I think?), but consider this the gauntlet having been thrown and picked up again because you really shouldn’t leave that sort of thing just sitting around because that’s how wars get started and Great Britain will get the blame, I just know it.

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