There are some certifiable loonies in all of our lives. Like the whacked-out meth addicts who like to take a shit beside my car in the work car park at West End, or my crazy alcoholic uncle who likes to beat up WWII veterans on Anzac Day eve and then blame Jesus for telling him to do it.
But there is one loony who has been making wild accusations against a lot of fellow bloggers lately that has really got on my nerves. Some weird shit about people's blog titles being linked which means we're all out to subliminally steal her thoughts via some sophisticated wizardry and a conspiracy with Kinko's, the FBI, Michael Jackson's pet monkey and Hilary Clinton's left flap.
Yeah... that's totally believable love.
But the ever-so-loverly Ms Smack has bore the brunt of these farcical stories, so in honour of one of my favourite bloggers, I proudly and loudly declare...
Yes Ms Smack... you have successfully hacked my heart with your rapier wit, and cunning sense of style. If only boobies didn't make me vomit in fear, and fish tacos didn't make me break out in hives, you would be the perfect life partner for me.