Juliette is my blog-daughter and I am damn proud of her. She's bright, articulate, opinionated, passionate and not half bad-looking. I'd jump her bones in a heartbeat if she ever offered me the opportunity.
She also likes to live dangerously, which is another quality I admire in people. She gave me the keys to her house and allowed me to guest blog here. THAT'S taking a big chance, given MY reputation in the blogosphere. But I swore that I wouldn't embarass her, and I want to keep my word to my blog-daughter. I thank her for this opportunity and I'll try not to piss all over it.
I do believe that it's odd that she and I connect so well on a personal level when we have so little in common except an abundance of self-confidence and a pair of loud mouths. 3,000 miles apart, she's a black woman and I'm a white man, I live in the Deep South and she lives in California. Go figure THAT out.
I have. It's a small world after all.
Acidman. Yeah, it's ME, from Gut Rumbles. Now tell me Baldy don't have a set of stones on her sweet self.
