Someone’s just unearthed a post I wrote on, I think, MySpace, possibly
a year ago. And I don’t remember writing it. Which doesn’t bode well,
really. It may have been one of those “hey someone else is looking
after my daughter I can drink the entire whisky cabinet” weekends.
The post reads:
“I have decided that the next stage of my Conquering of the world
requires that I take a flock, or perhaps coven, of Internet Wives.
“For the men reading this, I believe I also require an army of
Eunuch Guards to attend them.
“Itâ€™s a horrible fate for you all, I know, but you canâ€™t stand in
the way of the Future.”
What’s worse: I am completely sober (if hopped up on Turkish coffee),
and I’m wondering if there isn’t some kind of web badge or merch
I could get out of this. If people are freaky enough to wear the HOLY
SLUT ARMY t that Donna Desborough knocked out, then maybe
an INTERNET WIFE t….
…no. I need more coffee. And possibly a slap.