Disclaimer

Do you ever wonder if your blog should come with a disclaimer? I read a lot of blogs. I see that there are some that have 5,000 followers and the more I follow along, it’s the same content, but yet its cult like and the blog keeps growing and so I try my best to figure out why following these blogs are growing, does my comment really matter? Don’t get me wrong, I love blogs that feature fashion only, or mommy blogs where every single day I see your kids. Yesterday they were precious, today same pose with a kool aid mustache and a booger. Adorable, but you can only comment eighty eleven times on how cute they are before you go, “hey, you bakin’ some cookies or something with a recipe?"

What draws a person to a blog? I follow some blogs that are in a total different language. Sometimes I hit the button and translate them, and then sometimes I just pretend I can read it for shits and giggles. I can’t speak Portuguese (I had to even check how to spell it), but hot dang they sure have some beautiful skinny ass girls, with cool style. And then I wonder, do they work or just set around all day looking fabulous, standing on cobblestone streets having someone take their picture. But being the sucker I am and one third un-American for pretending to read foreign blogs, I sign up because one day I should probably get a style idea or two. Somedays, I just superimpose my face on their face. You know in my dreams?

For a month in my que I have a post about the show “Sister Wives”. I have been hesitant because I don’t know if any of my blogger friends have family members that live this lifestyle, have friends that are friends with that families dog’s former roommate. So, you stand on a fine line wondering who you might offend or get an ugly comment from with the content of your blog. And let me just throw this out there because you may just someday see that post. Ain’t no man got a golden dong to warrant five wives.  I mean in potato chip land that's called double dipping. And I totally expect that someday, we gonna see a cat fight worthy of a Lifetime movie mystery because wifey poo #3  is gonna snap when he brings in little Miss 19 year old with perky tits and breeding thighs to put a turkey to shame. Just sayin’… and now that I said it, do I need to add a disclaimer?

I want my blog to grow. I would love 5000 followers, and I set down and wonder why some blogs grow at a rapid pace and then I feel like I am at turtle speed. I guess I should apologize for not publishing my kid’s every move, or posting my financial hardships to gain sponsorship, not being team player when it comes to my personal fashion posts because I am still a little insecure about posting my own taste in clothing, cussing, or maybe just not being serious enough. So, if you want a disclaimer, here it is.

Warning: This blog is not for the ordinarily prim or proper. It contains explicit material that will make you crap your pants from laughter or cause you to have dry mouth syndrome from dropping open. The Owner if this blog takes no responsibility for the faint of heart or how serious daily life is as she’s fit. She makes no apologies for her opinion, wardrobe or serious family issues and hopes that continued followers spread the love like a CEO to a hooker on pay day.

Sincerely,

Dusty