fracas

A while back, I asked what you think I should include in my 1000th post, and though she is my sis… that wasn’t the reason I chose her answer as the best idea. It really was the best idea.

Okay, okay… she did have a bit of inside information about my little venture, so maybe it wasn’t really all that fair after all.

When I started this blog, I thought it would be something different than what it is. Originally intended to be a blog that gave away free images of very benign things like sunsets and old wooden doors and things I’d expected people to want to take and use to make graphics or blog themes. I soon learned that my images were ok, but not nearly as good as what’s out there. Free or not, people didn’t come for the images, they ended up here because, well…

I’m an arse.

A fracarse, as I would come to be dubbed, by someone who might protest at being called an old fraccer… but he is one nevertheless.

And so, I stopped adding those images and resigned my arseness to posting about really great shoes and sexy bras. I redeemed myself about posting so many bras-worn-by-fake-boobs by posting a link to a site where you can see real, live, regular bare boobs that everyday women have. I settled into writing what I think about pop culture, celebrities, daily nonsense and occasionally, a meaningful issue. I found sisters I didn’t know I had, won a contest or two, met up with a traveling bra, and learned that British men can be sexy after all.

I posted pictures of my cold, hard nipples, I posted wet t-shirt photos.

The hits added up and for some reason, people seemed to enjoy visiting here. I began to see that I could do more, and so I began planning for and promising something wicked…

Today, I am able to use this 1000th post to share with every fraccer who’s ever given me the pleasure of their visit, a place I’d like to think of as the party house on the block.

It’s called…

Fraccers 

The welcome mat is on the stoop, the fridge is full of beer, I think there’s a lady in a cake somewhere… if you think he’ll remember that I asked him to take care of that (okay, I didn’t… I lied and just like to mess with him) and I’ve arranged for a certain gang of fellas to provide the entertainment.

The preview of the musical entertainment is below.

What can I say? My name is Fracas and I am Canadian!

I’ve been busy getting the party house together and though it’s open… there are still several surprises yet to come over there.

I haven’t been here as much as I’d have liked to be, but that will stop now. Fracas the blog isn’t going anywhere.

Think of it this way:

Fracas is best described as your family room during a party. Sometimes, the folks get silly and there’s usually something to watch.

Fraccers though… Fraccers is like the rest of the house.

Head over to the house-warming party… just please don’t throw up on the rugs!

Wasn’t That a Party

(The Irish Rovers)

Could’ve been the whiskey
Might’ve been the gin
Could’ve been the three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in
My head is like a football
I think I’m going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn’t that a party

Someone took a grapefruit
Wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table
Talking to my old tom cat
They were talking about hockey
The cat was talking back
Long about then every-thing went black
Wasn’t that a party

I’m sure it’s just my memory
Playing tricks on me
But I think I saw my buddy
Cutting down my neighbour’s tree

Could’ve been the whiskey
Might’ve been the gin
Could’ve been the three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in
My head is like a football
I think I’m going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn’t that a party

Billy, Joe and Tommy
Well they went a little far
They were sittin’ in my back yard, blowing on a sireen
From somebody’s police car

So you see, Your Honour
It was all in fun
The little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
Well they run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
I sure can use those thirty days
To re-cover from the party

Could’ve been the whiskey
Might’ve been the gin
Could’ve been the three or four six-packs,
I don’t know, but look at the mess I’m in
My head is like a football
I think I’m going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn’t that a party

Thank you for being part of my first 1000 posts!