I met Amy on-line, a few months back. Take 2: I met Amy on-line through my wife, a few months back, when she was Just West of Crunchy. It was love at first post. We tweeted, Facebooked, became friends, gave each other Klout love, chatted some more, compared egos, and agreed that we would be BFF 4EVS forever. I like Amy, she’s opinionated, an activist, and emotionally raw, which in Le Clown’s book, is a magnificent™ quality. She also sends blogging celebrities (I won’t say who) work at 9 o’clock on a Friday night…
Sometimes, Le Clown is all “blah blah blah, ME! blah blah, Le Clown!, Blah, blah L’Eric…”…and it’s all about him. But then, once in a blue moon, he asks about the Little People who read and support his efforts toward world domination. (He’s so very generous, no?)
Amy: “I want an image of midgets fighting here. Indulge me, Le Clown!” [At 9 p.m. on a Friday night!!!]
So Le Clown wants to know our blogging plans for 2013. (Plan? What is this “plan” you speak of?)
My plans? Get added to Le Clown’s prestigious and uber-exclusive blogroll! Obv.
And oh, loyal Clown-ly subjects, I HAVE DONE THIS.
I should probably just shutter my site now and call it a day, since I’ve basically reached the pinnacle of blogging: being noticed by Le Clown.
What was it that Le Clown was drawn to? My good looks? My charm? My very foul mouth? Posts about boobs?
Eh, I’d have to guess that it’s a little of column A, a little of column B…because I *do* write about boobs a lot. Or perhaps it was the whole Dead Dads Club thing? (Clown, if you steal that bit of cleverness about the dead dads, I will beat you with a ™ stick!)
In short, when a dude whose ego is so Magnificent™ that he gives himself TWO entries in the Urban Dictionary AND calls himself an Urban Legend….when THAT guy notices you, you’re doing something right. Because Le Clown doesn’t need awesomeness beyond his own.
So, thanks for noticing my brilliance, Le Clown. When you’re not busy with self-adulation, you’ve got excellent taste.
Loyal followers of Le Clown, you are all most welcome to visit me at amywest.co. My narcissism and self-interest pale only in comparison to this guy:
Le Clown: Arrested for DWM™: Driving While Magnificent™.
As awful as the back view is…I can only imagine the front view is even worse!
Posted by asklotta | December 1, 2012, 07:34Clearly NOT talking about my boobs. Hmph.
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:59Where does one procure a ™ stick because I want one.
Posted by speaker7 | December 1, 2012, 07:52I’m sure I have enough sticks up my ass for everyone, patience now…
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:58Just read About at your site, my first thought was Le Clown’s twin from different mothers. Congrats Amy.
Posted by aFrankAngle | December 1, 2012, 08:13Twin from different mothers. Except he’s the less good looking twin.
Emoticons all around!
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:58I’m sure a no-brainer statement.
Posted by aFrankAngle | December 9, 2012, 19:33Ha! Well done Amy, and great acceptance speech. Did you walk the red carpet to reach here, or was it more of a yellow brick road?
Posted by Vanessa Chapman | December 1, 2012, 08:24Yellow bricks, all the way! And glorious Poppy seeds….
Wow. Given that Le Clown’s kid is named Poppy, that could just go over wrong in SO many ways…
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:57Off to read a™ new blog–I hear it is magnificent™ . I also plan on pondering what word I want to have a ™ behind. Any suggestions?
Posted by Addie | December 1, 2012, 08:32Behind™. Like a butt.
I’m 12 years old in my head.
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:57Excellent choice. I was thinking of cleavage. I have shoes that are 12 years old–does that count for anything?
Posted by Addie | December 9, 2012, 14:31Only if your 12-year-old consciousness fits in the shoes!
Butt cleave™. There you have it!
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 15:17Amy West says things I think in my brain but never say out loud which makes what I say out loud even more peculiar, but I digress. She really is awesome, and I’m not just saying that so I don’t get beaten with her ™ stick.
Posted by Ericka Clay | December 1, 2012, 09:03You’ll be spared the ™ stick (and perhaps given one of your own!). You don’t have to say the things I say, because I say them. You can just direct all haters this-a-way.
^More emoticons for the Clown.
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:56I’m thinking it’s all about the boobs. No matter how self-absorbed a man can be, they can never resist the boobs. Well done!
Posted by Long Life Cats and Dogs | December 1, 2012, 09:22And mine are FANTASTIC.
Oh, wait. We weren’t talking about mine, were we?
Now we are!
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:55I’ll let you guys play while I drink myself into oblivion in the corner. The sheer quality and quantity of sharp-tongues wit will melt my brain otherwise. Welcome to the circus, Amy. You’ll fit right in.
Posted by saradraws | December 1, 2012, 10:04I AM THE CIRCUS!
Just kiddin. Need less coffee? We could probably find a nice happy place if we combined our coffee consumption…
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:55I read egos as Eggos and I thought it really interesting to be comparing a breakfast “food” that looks all the same. Yeah, I think it’s time for coffee, but my Synthroid says not yet. Amy West sounds awesome just from this post so I’m going to go check her out. Toodles.
Posted by Combat Babe | December 1, 2012, 10:04Hey, I used to take Synthroid!
Just throwin that out there. Thanks for reading!
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:54Do you still take thyroid medication or did you balance out? I was hyper and had to get mine removed. Fun stuffs.
Posted by Combat Babe | December 9, 2012, 13:56Holy shit! No, mine is still inside of me. I quit taking the meds because I decided I am too young and healthy to take that shit every day. I also started eating REALLY clean/organic/real foods and I do yoga 3/x a week. Without those things to balance out my endocrine system, I’d need the Synthroid for sure.
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 15:18Yeah, it doesn’t matter how healthy I am. Since I don’t have a thyroid I have to take it. Sucks. But I am also on other meds due to bipolar disorder. Ah well.
Posted by Combat Babe | December 9, 2012, 15:24Did you tap that ass?
Posted by TAE | December 1, 2012, 10:39Did who tap whose ass, exactly? Can’t answer without the specifics.
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:54The picture…it made me speechless, so I came up with something silly.
Posted by TAE | December 9, 2012, 23:16I don’t know…might be better to beat him with a schtick™. Just sayin’ xoM
Posted by Margarita | December 1, 2012, 11:49Hahahahahaha, schtick™. That’s fantastic! Or is it magnificent™?
I am peppering these comments with emoticons. EMBRACE THE EMOTICONS, CLOWN!
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:53Blogging plans for 2013? Might be nice to say it will all be about my numerous published works, but then that would be my ego talking instead of reality. Sigh*
Posted by writingfeemail | December 1, 2012, 12:22Keep talking like that, and it will be! Step 1: remove the negative self-talk.
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:52I like your style and, of course, you have the best name! See, we kind of have the same name. Congrats. I agree Le Clown has excellent taste. Will be heading over to your blog. – Amy
Posted by The Bumble Files | December 1, 2012, 12:28Amy=awesome. You must be aaaaaaaall right.
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:52I’m off to check out Amy West now. Anyone who writes about boobs is alright in my book
Posted by Storkhunter | December 1, 2012, 14:21Fact. Boobs=awesome.
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:51Dream big, Amy! Great post, Le Clown!
Posted by The Hook | December 1, 2012, 15:06Thanks!! (my post, not Le Clown’s….he wishes!)
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:51U photoshopped the Hairs
Posted by FUH persuasions | December 1, 2012, 16:02Saw midgets wrestling once at Beecher’s Madhouse in Las Vegas. I felt, and still feel, dirty about it. First, I wasn’t drunk/high/insensitive/idiotic enough to enjoy it. Second, I wasn’t sure if it was a test on my political correctness or some consensual entertainment (fail). Third, I wasn’t sure if they were really wrestling at all because… Seriously? I once saw a full-sized man grab a midget by the leg and swing him around like a hammer at a track and field meet. That’s all I have to say. Vive LeClown. U/CL out.
Posted by UndercoverL | December 1, 2012, 22:15That whole midgets wrastlin’ thing sounds pretty traumatic. Luckily, you can enjoy these ones from behind the safety of your screen…
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:50Safety meaning, it’s okay if I laugh until I wet myself?
Posted by UndercoverL | December 10, 2012, 10:46Thank you for the midgets.
Posted by Lyssapants | December 2, 2012, 02:16I am very generous with my midgets!
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:49Well deserved induction, Amy does great work! Go read now!
Posted by SocietyRed | December 3, 2012, 06:30TY! <3
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:49That last picture is gold.
Posted by vyvacious | December 3, 2012, 19:12“When you’re not busy with self-adulation, you’ve got excellent taste.” I think this summarizes my friendship with him as well.
Posted by Jen and Tonic | December 4, 2012, 18:14Except he’s always busy with self-adulation….
Posted by amywestdotco | December 9, 2012, 13:48