A few posts ago I asked you slutcrakers to email me if you thought you might want to contribute to the blog (it’s like, extremely hard to post on a regular basis with the demands of grad school placed upon you).
Anyway, here’s your proof that the dingHo regularly haunts our blogs: The slapper emailed me!
The dingo has informed me that she would like to do an advice column. Since she’s living the life, phucking Whorelando Bloom, writing a self-help book, and earning money by limping along in her knickers, she’s a veritable fount of wisdom.
Have a question about the vicissitudes of life? Questioning the existence of a God (because if there was a God, why oh why, did he create people like her?!)? Feeling broken-hearted and down-trodden? Nervous about nothing in particular, like, all of the time? Have a psychotic, cross-dressing brother? Do you want to come clean and break the fact that you’re a slut to your family and still have them be nothing but proud of you? Want to punch Whorelando Bloom, the slags at JJ, Jared, Mayphrayn and Porzia in the thorax in one fell swoop? Don’t know why your whore of a boyfriend treats you like shit in the press? Hate Kate Bosworth and all that she represents?
Ask the Dingo!
The Dingo is open to helping you sort things out! Just leave your question in the comments and she’ll (coyly) answer a few of them in a post that should be up just as soon as she figures out how to pull her giant head out of her stupid arse.