Hey Tom! It's MY FAULT, okay? It's me! BLAME ME!!

[chalky]

Since Tommy seems to be desperately flailing around looking for someone, SOMEWHERE to blame his indictment on (now resorting to blaming my home town paper for his woes), I figured I'd give the guy a break in his hour of darkness.

So I'm thowing myself on the sword. I'm standing up and proudly saying:

Blame me, Tom. Since you need someone to blame for the troubles you're in, point that finger at me. Mea fucking Culpa, bug man.

I got NO PROBLEM with taking the blame for your sorrows.

It's a burden I'll bear with pride.

[Gold Metal Flake]

1. You are a good sport, Chalky!

Taking one for the team like a trooper! :hi:


Edit: Good should be spelled with a G, so I hear.

[chalky]

2. Thanks. I was going to offer myself up to Brownie but was having too much

fun watching him squirm.

[chalky]

3. Shameless kick hoping to hear from Tom.

C'mon Tom! This is a limited time offer....