Don't Mess With A Bad, Bald* Woman

... or her buddies. "She'll cut yer liver out, boy, and stomp on yore heart!" my grandpaw used to say. He was always the best at bedtime stories.


Yeah, all what hubbub there was is dead'r 'n 04:00. But what a fun slapfight! I got more than 400 hits, between her and KatCo. We couldn't have planned it better... could we? ;)

However, in the post-foof, Ivy 'rolled me. You see how, in the image above. I'm about to order business cards for curlytech, and I think I'd like very much to put that tagline on them.

"The Biggest Suck-Up In Nashville™"

Dang, think of all the jokers on the Row I just made into a monkey! I want their business, too, right?

I think they'll appreciate proof-positive that they, themselves aren't, in fact, the biggest suck-up in Twang City. Good gimmick! :)

*Bald by choice, she is -- and good on 'er, sez I!
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