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The Male Member Speaks

Come Monday (hmmm...) YLM and MM are turning Mothers over to ..... the male members of our group!! (Cue screams, shrieks, frightened gulps....)

Oh yes, The Prince and Alpha Male will rule our blog for seven days provided (listen up boys...) they follow OUR rules. What, we wouldn't have rules? So we're counting down the days....and hoping our readers will help keep the male members in line.

1. No posting of pornography. Of any kind. If you think it might be considered pornography by your other half, it is. Oh yes, it is.

2. Write only about sex, and you'll prove us right.

3. If posting while inebriated use spell-check. We recommend this highly.

4. No posting of photos of yourself or various body parts. This is not Yahoo personals.

5. Do not flame our readers. However, they may flame you at will. Hey -- you agreed to this.

6. You must each post at least twice during the week. No, linking to your buddy's blog does not count. Or porn. (See Rule No. 1)

7. Think of our blog readership with kindness - yes, that does rule out in-depth analysis of last night's game.

8. We would appreciate a small measure of discretion, which means that if you post about any of our more embarrassing physical flaws we may have to exact a painful revenge. Don't say we didn't warn you.

9. The blog must be handed back to us at midnight Sunday August 27th. Think of yourselves as Cinderella.

10. And finally, please remember, your children might read this years from now in cyber-space historical files. Save them and yourselves from the embarrassment.


Jill said…
I think inebriated blogging could be funny. I'm just sayin'
Manhattan Mama said…
I agree -- Won't say that hasn't happen here before....(heehee) but spell--check has helped...a lot!
Andrew said…
I halve a spelling checker
It came with my pea see
It illustrates for my bee half
Mist aches eye can naught sea.
Iran this poem threw it
Sew ewe can plane lee no
Its error free in every weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

The spell checker? Yeah, that'll keep 'em safe :o)
To Love, Honor and Dismay
Sugarmama said…
Ha! Can't wait!

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