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Welcome to day 2 of Roast Week at the centre of the humour blog universe Humor Bloggers Dot Com . If you missed my post yesterday, let me catch you up. The minions at HBDC are taking a shot at, erm , ah, roasting two of our fearless leeches, ah, I mean leaders Chelle B the proprietor of the site and Da Old Man her loyal fop (finicky old poop). Both are soldiering through some serious medical maladies. The third member of our trickster trinity Red Raider at Beyond Left Field isn't part of this effort. I guess 'cause he's not sick...well not physically anyway. As I said yesterday: "Today the schizoid, tomorrow the whorled." Hey, I worked hard on that line. Why can't I use it two days in a row? DOM get ready. Da Old Man hangs his shingle at Crochety Old Man Yells at Cars and, under normal circumstances is a funny, funny guy. Hell, last year he won the HBDC Blogger of the Year Award. Of course not unlike Richard Daly he voted early, voted often for h...

It's Roast Week over at the web mother house of humour Humor Bloggers Dot Com . That's not a typo. I'm Canadian, they're not. I say humour, they say humor. I say poh-tay-toe, they say I talk funny. Vive la difference. Any hoo, the objects of our objection are HBDC`s onerous owner, originator and overlord Chelle B and her ass-kissing able administrative assistant Da Old Man . Hey, remember this is a roast! ;) By way of background, our two targets are both going though some challenging medical dilemmas. Chelle's of two minds, you might say, and Da Old Man's been spiralling in an endless vortex of medical maelstroms, hospitalized since early summer. I've decided to roast each of my blogging buds separately. Today, Chelle is the object of my afflictions and tomorrow DOM. Or to put it more succinctly: today the schizoid, tomorrow the whorled. Chelle splits her mind and her time between two blogs. Not only does she run the web's wackiest home for humour hipst...

Last week, a select group of folks from Humour Bloggers Dot Com were selected to "roast" their colleagues. My roastee was Dani C, she of Not An Effin Mom Blog fame. She's supposed to post this on her blog but as my laptop was biting the dust this week one of Dani's munchkins was pouring Hawiian Tropical Fruit Punch down her keyboard. So we'll post it here and hope Dani can get it up over there soon - uh, er, I didn't mean that how it sounds... Question: What well-known blogger is sweet and demure, considerate and understated, diplomatic and refined? Answer: Not you, Miss Crazy-Dani-Whack-Job-Not-A-Mommy-Blogger! Oh, no, you’re anything butt, er, ah but... Why do I keep coming back to your blog? Am I a masochist? Do I love pain? Do I enjoy seeing pain bluntly inflicted upon others about as subtly as my dentist, Dr. Jeckyl, doing a root canal? And who are you anyway? That kissy, smiley, pouty, smirky picture of you has me mesmerized (well the kissy part). So you...