Time & Tide

The three bears as usual went out for tea/carnival/toddy whatever it was. But when they came back....
Papa bear: Nope, (no luck!) the porridge is intact.
Mama bear: Nope, chairs all set (goodbye new set of furniture!)
Sonny bear: Screw that! Look who crashed into the Dphat’s blog!!!

BLOG ATTACK!!!!
(DPhat is subdued with chloroform and securely bound up and gagged..)

Ahem. Ahem. I have no idea how to do this, but hey, that’s me. You, you you and you...helooo there, we have met at my own sweet blog...I know you are glad to find me here...ofcourse, you my precious, you are following me (hi-five!!)
And the rest of you- meh!
People- consider yourself lucky you all lived to see this day.
Why? You may wonder.
6+5+3+4+7+6+11+8.
That says it all my friends. Can you comprehend that??(Hey, you there, you have only ten toes and ten fingers, stop counting!) These magic numbers add up to...
(...anticipation...)
(...silence...)
(...breathtaking silence...)
(...stillness...)

.....50!

Ok. I was expecting a cheer there. Meh.
It so happens dear friends, that this post, this which I am writing is the 50th post in the blog. This blog. Commendable, while I am still struggling with my 23rd...or was it the 22nd? I get to write the 50th post...in some blog. Yay???
A shot was heard all around the world.
We have seen and loved the ‘phlip’side...
We became acquainted with his wanderlust, and got a glimpse of his first night.
He took us on rides, to places we will NEVER set our feet in (ok some of us)...
We enjoyed the “public” “display” of “affections” ESPECIALLY the comment space. (Check that out if you have missed it. Forget the rest of the links!)
We witnessed the holy (s)crap!!
I was promised the first bottle of the perfume...
("What? So was I!!!!"
"He told me he would give ME that!"
"No!! he said the first bottle of perfume was for me!!!!"
"Where have I heard that before??")
Ahem, ladies, don’t fight. (Damn! you DO have this effect on women don’t you?)
So the yappings do seem eternal. The infernal mind is churning out posts. Before we know it, he will hit the 100's...1000's...
or you all will stop reading this blog after this Post-of-All-Posts!
Ehehe....ahem.
Like my dear friend Jackie Chan queries...”Who am I?”
I may not be an infernal mind, but I am proud to be what I am.
Huh?!
I am the Damsel, er..well, in distress.
Damsel Who?!
She is the first person(with a decent profile pic!) to join the now yard-long list of followers.
She taught him to bloghop.(Bah!)
She ordered him to reply to comments.(Meh!)
She was the first to read all his posts and yet survive.(the torture...)
Trust me, when I came here, this (waves around) was just...NOTHING.
NO shoutmix,NO widgets,and thankfully NO music too.
I am..(sniff!) quite proud that he came all this way (read-shocked that my advice actually,actually helped someone!)
So..
You I rock...bla bla bla...
you are the man I am the Woman...bla blaa..
..some more bla bla...keep writing bla la bla.
There.
My job here is done.
That perfume is MINE!
Whew!

Er..see ya? Just follow the link. The link! Aargh!

Caution. This is a guest post. I repeat,this is a guest post. The author may blame the cold/flu/birds/alcohol/perfume/attacks/jogs/bars/stars or may plead insanity. But he himself clicked the 'publish' button.