Duck and Clobbered

Since Japan's radiation death cloud is suppose to hit L.A. coming in from the coast soon, let me take the time to leave my blog belongings to those who have been faithful to this blog before I take refuge in my blanket fort.

Iced Tea and Sarcasm: Since you're in San Fran, you'll probably drop dead before me, so what do I get??

Magaly: I leave you all my creepy blog images and my half price sex candle from a bodega that was going out of business. I blame your hoodoo for this catastrophe that has befallen me.

Trixie: I leave you all my nudie posters and Mexican hangover remedies, also the guy smoking a cig at the bottom of my blog, he's a freeloader, but he's a good lay.

Maegan: I leave you my "ad-free" blog banner, my Yogi Hair Wand, and my postings of the unexplained.

drollgirl: I leave you the engine of this blog, my sarcasm. Feed it bitterness, steak fat and grain alcohol and it should grow fine.

Keri: I leave you my food postings.

Shelley: I leave you the only child (Cosby) left over from my short term pregnancy so you don't have to do the whole pregnancy thing.

Stevie B: I leave you my foreskin.

Gallus: I leave you my used tubes of Acyclovir ointment (add them all together and they make a whole tube).

Joe*to*Hell: I leave you my Chinese curser and blog banners because your banner and curser are really horrible, it's like you gobbled up different colors of nail polish and threw them back up all over your blog.

Gabby: I leave you my butter dish, canned mushrooms, and my half put together haunted gingerbread house kit.

CinemaObsessed: I leave you my "Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things" movie on blu-ray.

Scrappy: I leave you my booze postings because I'm an enabler.

Matt: I leave you a pic of my left tit for your hours of enjoyment.

PIEFOLK: Because you are the new addition to my little family, I give you my Martha Stewert muffin pans and Jello Biafra CD's.

Dear Eliza: I leave you all my plastic bags to be recycled at your convenience.

Pearl and Joey: I didn't think heterosexuals could frighten me, you two proved me wrong. I leave you my Trader Joe wine, corn starch and a 5 pack of frozen hashbrowns to do with them sexually as you two deem fit.

Cogent Descending: I bequeath you nothing for reasons which are well known to you.

If I left anyone out, it's because you're either dead to me or your blog up and died.
Tell me if I left anyone out.