Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

Bloggers With Namecards Are Like Bankers With Briefcases

Somebody sent me this post about bloggers having namecards.

Namecards!!! Holey Moley Batshit Bananas!

Maybe due to the fact that I’ve always been anonymous, the idea of having a blogger namecard never occured to me. Even if I did have a name card, it wouldn’t tell anybody I was a boring old blogger. I mean, everybody knows that bloggers are smelly, socially retarded and enemies of the state.

I don’t want:

Cowboy Caleb, Really Femes Asian Blogger

No, no – instead, I’d have namecards that read:

Cowboy Caleb, World Wide Web Adventure Guide

Cowboy Caleb, Purveyor of Fine Hypertext Delights

Cowboy Caleb, Writer cum Iconoclast

Cowboy Caleb, Chief Executive Fabulist

Cowboy Caleb, Online Hunter of Firefoxes

Cowboy Caleb, Navigator of the Information Ocean

or simply

Caleb, Cowboy

But in the end, I decided that I didn’t need a name card because I am Cowboy f78king Caleb. You will be aware of my presence when I enter the room. And after I’ve left, you will remember my indelible mark etched on your mind forever.

haha.

Oh yes Cowboy you are so awesome you left an indelible mark not just on my mind but also on my pants.

that’s cause we’ve never seen someone who looked more like DXDPP. :D

oh kenny you’re too kind. You left an indelible mark on my shirt.

like what kenny said.
maybe yours can read Cowboy Caleb – Cumshot King

hahahah!!! wot an self-lurving ass!

I can think of a few appropriate ones for ya.

Cowboy Caleb, Dirty-Minded Uncle.
Cowboy Caleb, Perv Extraordinaire.
Cowboy Caleb, Deprived of *cough*.

*blink blink*

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