Growing up my mouth (that is the sarcastic words that would randomly pop out of it) would generally find my arse in a buttload of trouble.
Through the years, I have learned to curb my sarcastic tendencies and try to think before I speak.
It hasn’t always been easy, but my therapist assures me it’s worth the trouble. It shows I’m growing up.
Whatever.
Today though, today is special. Today I can be as sarcastic as I want and let loose with all the flying zingers I want. Because I have been publicly mocked, made fun of and roasted until I’m all but charred over at Cynical Dad’s.
Today is the day where I let my inner mouthy bitch loose and give her free reign.
Man does it feel good.
So why are you still here? Go forth, be merry and revel in the true caustic nature of the beast known as Tanis.
(Oh sweet verbal freedom. How I forgot what you tasted like…)
I’ll make it easy for you. Click this link and let loose your own inner mouthy beyotch. Rip off the duct tape and revel in the carnage peoples.
You know you want to.
Thursday, 8 January, 2009 at 8:47
I was reading his site the other day – funny stuff. But I wasn’t laughing at you, I was laughing with you!
Thursday, 8 January, 2009 at 8:57
Doesn’t it feel good to be bad? You are a brave girl to go forth with the roasting by so many funny, irreverant, smart, MEAN bloggers! Looking forward to seeing your side of it. Click I go..
Thursday, 8 January, 2009 at 9:39
Looking forward to the snark fest. I’ve been ranting all morning. Inner-bitchy is good. Filtered is bad, bad, bad. Your head might explode or put out your dog’s eye trying to hold it in.
Regards,
Scout’s Honor
http://unitedstatesofmotherhood.com
Thursday, 8 January, 2009 at 10:08
Whoa, go on wit’ yo bad self. You know you’ve hit the big time when you get roasted.
I bow down to you
Thursday, 8 January, 2009 at 10:58
I’ll definitely check it out. Thankfully, no therapist has told me to reel in my inner bitch, so it bombs away here.
Thursday, 8 January, 2009 at 11:08
If you had a real job with grown up kids, like us office dudes, you would be a riot to watch at staff meetings.
I bet you would become like me, a loose cannon with a short fuse and no aiming skills.
Great series of posts.
You remind me of Areosmiths song, “The Devils Got a New Disguise”
…the girls so bitichin’ my
backbone’s twitchin’
’cause down in hell’s kitchin
the Devil’s Got A New Disguise…
Thursday, 8 January, 2009 at 16:33
I went over there before I came here to hear your response and it was well worth it, YOU WERE HILARIOUS(totally deserving all caps), I nearly pissed myself laughing. Your so good/mean with words. Thanks, I really needed this laugh today.
Thursday, 8 January, 2009 at 16:51
Ripping off duct tape – sounds kinky. But I guess that’s the point.
Your response was awesome Tanis.
And fucking long.
Thursday, 8 January, 2009 at 17:09
Tanis:
You have achieved a level of personal abuse that I can only aspire to.
I worship you, m’lady.
Someday, my roast will come…and no, not THAT type of come, guttermind!
Thursday, 8 January, 2009 at 21:48
I liked your responses to everyone but thought you should’ve been even meaner. But, then I figured, “Wait, I’ll bet she actually likes these people.” Then it made sense to me.
Friday, 9 January, 2009 at 0:03
Please note that I was not a part of this. This is due more to my having nothing mean to say about you, not even in jest, than my not being asked. Just wanted to make that clear.
Friday, 9 January, 2009 at 8:02
I must be the only one bu tI can’t get any of the links to cynical Dad to open!
Friday, 9 January, 2009 at 9:55
You’ve been curbing your sarcastic tendencies? Damn. I would have hated to be on the end of your sarcastic stick before the curbing started!
Friday, 9 January, 2009 at 11:03
A comment on the Best Canadian Blog. The one above you and below you are freaking awful. I mean, i can read political crap in a paper, with a more authoritarian viewpoint. I thought that Canucks did it doggie style so both could watch the hockey game AND have marital relations. But those two blogs are clearly a case of plain old missionary lifestyles, without ANY actual penetration.
Saturday, 10 January, 2009 at 12:12
yes, i am still bitter. you don’t want to hear my bitch.
Saturday, 10 January, 2009 at 13:02
With you and the comments I’d not be able to sleep if I didn’t try to get over there…besides from which really I love a potty mouth..although the world does not agree…and do we really care…I don’t think so…
Dorothy from grammology
grammology.com
Saturday, 10 January, 2009 at 20:33
I’m scared that if I let me inner bitch out she’ll never go back in.