On the Assumption...
...that you exist, O Lurking Ones, clad in your virtual raincoat and gumboot ensembles, I say to you: come out of the shrubs. We'll need a description for the cops.
Labels: de-lurk, private viewers, public places
posted by p-man at 2:45 p.m.
14 Comments:
hey! delurking as a holiday, cool! and i'm unfashionably early...go figger. :)
What if I have absolutely nothing to say, not even "I have nothing to say"?
Yo, does this mean me too? 'Cause I think you know I'm out here.
Hi, P-Man. I read your posts faithfully but I'm not sure you and I have ever communicated.
I'm a big fan of your lovely wife and there's at least one other thing you and I have in common.
Even though I'm not really a lurker, Hi! [waves]
Your bushes are prickly. But you seem like nice people.
But I LIKE being a voyeur.. and you totally like being an exhibitionist!
In order but without graphic identification:
Unfashionably early trumps fashionably late.
Saying is saying. I'm just saying.
I am always happy to hear/read from you.
I am a big fan of the Mo. I was born that way. I like it when you visit.
Hello. What are you wearing?
I think it was the great artiste, Ms. Hilton, who said: Do not judge me by my bush. I am not sure if that applies here.
And you, whoever you are, you know me too well.
Present.
me=lurker.
:)
delurked...thanks for writing.
Not exactly lurker, but Hi anyway.
*waving*
I don't know what it is with me and Canadians. But I've stopped by several times.
There, happy?
Haven't been around the blogsphere for awhile, but always stop by here when I do get online.
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