That’s me. What’s up, internet? Like what you see? It took approximately six cables from an elderly woman’s dialysis machine to make something that hip, so I really hope you do. Because the Greatest Generation is minus one for it!
Cosmopolitan Doodybutt started as the 26th blog I’ve created in my lifetime. Is that a true statement? Probably not, but I’ve lost count (not to mention interest) in all of the predecessors. And because my joint venture is currently on hold, I figured – what’s the harm in making another one? Besides the whole corrupting children thing. Hell, maybe I’ll be famous one day, and then everyone keeping up with this blog can tell their friends that they were up on me before I ever even made it big. Of course, I don’t mean literally ‘up on me.’ I have a bad back. I’m not ready for that step in our relationship yet.
What exactly is doodybutt? If I had a nickle for every time somebody asked that question…I would have enough money for five pony rides at Meijer. Because I’ve only been asked that question once. Will I share the answer? I most assuredly will not. Finding out the answer to that question is, in fact, the purpose of this blog. So, please, feel free to browse and comment. Just do not question my views. Ever. Like, seriously, don’t. You will just end up looking foolish and covered in shrapnel at the bottom of Lake Michigan. And yes, the shame comes first.
Also, note the clever use of ‘butt’ in this page title. GET IT? Then please, explain it to me. Because I don’t.
