So, How's It Hanging, Kids?

It is I, Kath the Cake Eater, just checking in to see how everyone's doing this fine Monday afternoon.

You're fine, you say? Thanks for asking, you say?

Allrighty then.

No need for me to be here, eh? That's good because I invited someone to the perpetual hot tub party that is the Llamabutchers. They should be showing up soon to dump a bottle of Mr. Bubble into the tub, which should gum up the jets quite nicely.

Why, you ask, do I sound as if I'm a vengeful guest blogger? Well, let me tell ya. Steve-o first hijacked my blog, then claimed I had sex with Rosie O'Donnell. (Bleech. I have better taste in lesbians than that!) And for the icing on the cake, he p-shopped Jane Austen's head onto a disco chica.

The man, apparently, wants a walloping. I see absolutely no reason why he shouldn't get one.

I'll check back later to see how things are progressing. Cheerio!