fracas

DaddyPapersurfer will stop at nothing to win the Fuelmyblog contest.

Over the past two weeks, he has tried to convince people right here at my own blog, to snuff me instead of vote for me; he has participated in the terrible, terrible, nude picture scandal (attempting to sully my name by conspiring with others to publish nude pictures supposedly of he and I); he has tried to convince the good Fuelmyblog folks that I should be removed from their registry or not be allowed to win the contest; he has tried to implicate me in the disappearance of the llama known as Gertrude (though we later found out she had hidden from him because she was tired of hearing him whine about the contest and fracas….) and now THIS.

[ Disclaimer: The terrible, terrible woes that befall me due to the very cantankerous beast known as that Daddypapersurfer bloke are more than a fair Canadian gal should have to endure. In this comment, he has, in a suble way, threatened me with copyright issues. I tell you, he has cost me a fair dollar in smelling salts. It is such that I may not be able to feed the fraccy children past month's end. That is... unless I should happen to win some money or something.... 

However, it is my duty to place copious notices within this post, to make sure all the dear and precious fraccy readers are aware that I would never, never use someone else's words as my own. Nay, especially in this case, I want all the dear fraccy readers to know that the words of DaddyP here are to be credited to him and him alone. I, fracas, have won not one, but two contests for my skills as a witty word-painter and so shall have no need of making any sort of claim to the words of an old, old man (who is near trying to kill me from an overdose of the smelling salts).

Please then... when reading the balance of this entry, know that the words shown here in fraccy green, the words belong to none other than the very small headed chap who, though he denies it, fancies himself to have a little bit of Austin Powers in him. He has written these awful, awful words in this post at his own blog, which I link here (as well as closer to the end of this post) to be found by the righteous who may choose to don the armour and defend the honour of this fair Canadian lass whose only goal in life is to make others happy. Please, if you do... be careful. He will try and cause you too, to require the smelling salts... ]

He has posted yet again, trying to sway all the voters. This is how his post begins. (Edit: In the interest of pleasing the lawyers… I have decided to show a screen capture instead of repeating his words. If this doesn’t please the old git, then I’m afraid I shall resort to the spirits, since it appears I am becoming allergic to the smelling salts from overuse. Oh the suffering I must endure… ) Click the miniature image to see the whole thing.

Am I upset with this?

I am not.

You might wonder why, but it is an image sent to me courtesy of the very lovely and sharp-witted LindaC, a gal many of you regular fraccers know to be none other than one of the infamous fraccy sisters, who happened upon the Fuelmyblog leader board page to capture this gem. Click to see.

So indeed DaddyPapersurfer, be afraid. Be very afraid. You know not what you’re up against. Ask yourself old git… have you not enjoyed yourself in the partaking of the Red Bra Diairies here? And have you not profusely thanked said owner of the Red Bra Diaires, for the provision of that which should make you a wee tad fearful of that conversation with Peter?

I laugh.

Ha ha. (That is how they laugh down there you know, it just sounds better than it types…)

No, he may be the old git, but he has a wee bit still on the old ball to be worrying about having enjoyed himself a little too much here at fracas. He should also be worried because as he makes reference to the fate of those who have voted for fracas, he conceals from the good Peter, the very fact that he too, has not been able to stop himself from voting for the fracas.

Evidence:

So you ask then… what has gotten fracas upset?

I’ll tell you. It was this line at the end of his post.

“Fracas is in the lead now and I expect to watch her waddling to victory. I’ll enjoy the view……………………… or on the other hand ?”

Fracas… does not waddle.

Ducks waddle.

Ducks are very dear to Fracas and the Fraccy family. In fact, they are dear enough to consider part of the Fraccy family.

Bringing ducks into this was a mistake.

I only hope he has the sense to know when to hide. Click the image to find out why.

He should’ve just left well enough alone but ah well, sometimes that’s what happens when a person gets old and loses their senses.