Thursday, September 20, 2012

Captain Eyeball & associate


Dear friends,

Your humble hostess is otherwise occupied with actual paying work. Please feel free to drop by the comment section with a caption for today's graphic or a rant about the political season or just leave some musings regarding my exceptional wit, physical beauty, intelligence, articulate nature and sexual prowess.

Or you can tell me to go to hell.

As always, thank you for your readership.

Love,

Erin

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7 comments:

twinklysparkles said...

All of those things about you are true, or so I'm told, but I prefer the Oxford comma.

Keep rakin' in those sweet writing bucks, O'Brien.

twinkly

Anonymous said...

You've got it all, baby!

Anonymous said...

You think if that ole boy in the suspenders stood sideways like that long enough his belly would sorta disappear and his butt would poke out?

RJ

B.E. Earl said...

Who eyeballs the eyeball?

dean said...

When my daughter was small (really small, maybe 1 1/2) she got the word 'eyeball' wrong and called them 'eyebones', which I still think is hilarious.

Tim Nevits said...

Ooh, I live Captain Eyeball -- my brother in law has a Captain Eyebll t-shirt :)

DogsDontPurr said...

I noticed your tweet over on the sidebar about wanting to own impossibly high heels..aka: Fuck Me Pumps...without having to walk in them. I hear ya sistah!

There are two ways to do this:

1. Buy them, and only wear them when you are lying down...if you know what I mean.

2. Get a wheelchair, buy the shoes, and look hot while you are being wheeled around.

Given my broken ankle, knee problems, and general balance issues...a wheelchair is looking pretty comfy right now. Throw in some dazzling Fuck Me Pumps....and I'm in!

Erin...we should start our own high heeled wheel chair races!!