Not It.

So I got tagged again. Wombat, fairly annoyed at having been tagged an excessive number of times with dumbass sex surveys, unfairly retaliated against a large group of her friends including the innocent non-tagger, yours truly. I don’t really mind, and I certainly don’t blame her.

I’m not taking the stupid quiz.

Firstly, I have a policy regarding mail, e-mail, blog or what-have-you chains of any kind: I am the last link. No chain letter, no pyramid scheme, no forwarded e-mail or game of tag will ever get through me. This means that if I get tagged, I don’t pass it along. This still leaves me some discretion regarding *reading* forwards or responding to stupid-ass blogosphere memes on my own blog, but I usually don’t bother.

Secondly, it is a stupid quiz. It deserves nothing but mockery, and while Wombat’s response to it wasn’t exactly perfect, it was priceless, and a hard act to follow. I don’t feel up to the challenge.

Finally, I just don’t bloody feel like it. If ya’all are really burning to know about my sex life and my philsophy on things sexual…well, I can go into some of that, but I need a better stimulus than a quiz written by someone who doesn’t know the difference between “your” and “you’re.”


One thought on “Not It.

  1. bluemarsupial

    Sorry about that. I got tag-happy, but some may have cross-tagged after that. I’ll try to keep my tagging to a minimum or when I get drunk and run around in a sports bra with a goofy-ass smile on my face yelling “TAG YOUR IT” before I fall on the ground, and you know I will, because I’m a farking klutz.


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