If you are one who tends to leave comments on this blog, you may have noticed some changes in how it happens as of late. There was a time when I did not moderate comments and all was right in the world. But then there came a time when people started to hate me and the comments got mean, abusive and downright nasty. Not to mention, poorly written and misspelled. Someone I pissed off has begun to post comments with my place of employment and that simply will not do. I can’t have people showing up at my job begging to sit in my station and then take me out for cocktails afterwards. It sounds good in theory, but probably not the best thing. Therefore, I began moderating the comments which is a big pain in my lazy ass. One message they sent me was that all I needed to do was apologize and they would leave me alone. Therein lies the rub. Apologize for what? What could sweet lil‘ ol‘ me ever do that would merit an apology? I am not sure what I would be apologizing for so I made a list of a few possible things. Is it:
- that I made fun of your one eye?
- that I may have gotten you fired although if you were fired, you certainly did it to yourself?
- That I called you Hollie Hobby?
- That I called Lispy Gay?
- That I called Porcelain Doll?
- That I called you Linda Evans?
- that I called you Mr. Potato Head?
- that I made fun of you when your hair caught on fire?
- that I said I would no longer eat at Chick-fil-A?
Whatever it was, I’m sorry. So so sorry from the bottom of my hardened heart. And I really mean that. Uh huh, I do. As a token of my goodwill towards you, I lift a cocktail in your honor. This virtual cocktail is called the Scruntini and was created by fellow blogger Adam H. You can check out his blog here. It’s called The Little Pet Shop of Horrors. I hope this apology will bury the hatchet and I also hope you enjoy the cocktail. Thanks, Adam.