You there. Yeah, you.
It's me. Cheeky's Hideaway.
Have you noticed it's been sorta quite around here lately? I think CroutonBoy's brain took a long walk off a short pier or something. The lazy piece of shit hasn't been by in days.
Frankly, it's sorta pissing me off. I look old and unkempt. Visiting here must be like visiting a crazy old uncle's house who hasn't bought new furniture since 1983. It's not retro...it's just lame. And who suffers? Me. The blog.
I've heard his excuses before. "I'm too busy. I'm tired. I can't think of anything. Blah blah blah." He needs to get off his pathetic ass and type something. People have been writing every freakin' day this month, but the best he could muster up was a lame music retread, a bizarre Italian video, and some weak-ass shit about being sick. WAH! I for a fact know he was back on his feet by Thanksgiving. Freakin' Nyquil, man...it may taste like licking a carny's undercarriage, but the stuff works.
(Not that I'd know. All I usually need is an A/C adapter and an occasional reboot.)
Anyway, maybe you can help him out. Some of the other blogs on my sidebar (which you should really spend more time exploring) occasionally throw out requests for post ideas or the equivalent of an "ask CroutonBoy" section. Maybe a little outside input will get him pull out the Pledge and wipe some of the dust and cobwebs away.
But don't tell him I told you. I've seen him work on spreadsheets and I'm one errant delete key away from oblivion.