THIS This

Oh, this one is in the bag. It's a meme. An easy one. And I have Bob to thank for it. He is its creator, you know. Here goes with the rules, etc.:

1. Grab the nearest book - no matter what it is. Textbook, novel, pop-up book, building code study guide, whatever.
   
2. Turn to page 25.
3. Read the 10th word on that page, or the following if that one is blank.
4. Type that word into Google Image search.
5. Post the third image.
6. Tag 4 people and tell them.
7. Link back to this post.

So the book I grabbed was It Is Folly to Assume My Awesome Lies Dormant by The Mincing Mockingbird, a gift from CDP.. It's a hilarious book with fabulous paintings of birds, each with a caption or saying that leaves me wishing I could be that clever.

So the tenth word on the twenty-fifth page? THIS. This? THIS. Okey dokey. I google image searched it and in a circular little event that nearly made me snore with excitement, I found the following as the third picture in the vast collection of bore.........


"Oh, what the hell?" I say aloud, rousing MathMan from his Facebook-induced lethargy. He shoots me a look of disdain (he can talk to me anytime, but he can only chat with his friends from grade school between the hours of 8pm and 11pm, apparently).

I blink slowly at him because he loves when I do that and then go back to this post, sucking my teeth and wondering what I can do to salvage it. I reach for the book once more and am comforted to know that the actual page I was instructed by the evil taskmaster Bob to select actually contains one of my favorite little ditties in the whole book...

"One more filthy sea chanty out of you and this trip is over."

I decide to halve the required number of ten and google image search the word chanty. Oh bother. I'd forgotten that I had my safe search off and was treated to the squishy bared buttocks of some young lovely named Chanty.

I give up.

Tags? If your blogger name ends with an r or a silent e, you are tagged. I would say if your name is Chanty, you are tagged, but then you'll want to show us your bottom and all hell will likely break loose, the police will be called, you'll stain your new white linen dress when you're getting fingerprinted, someone will spill a Diet Coke in the backseat of the cab as you come home from the police station, you'll drop your keys down a storm drain as you fumble around trying to get into your apartment, there will be a clap of thunder and a dramatic flash of lightening and then you'll wake up from the bad dream that is this paragraph and wonder why you are bare-assed on this blog and not on one where you might get seen by someone who can get you a job in the porn industry.

So see? We'll stick with this. THIS.