I’ll take a bite.

That is, if you can stand to have an unproven hack have a chance at sullying the pefection of fine literature that this blog represents.

I’ll tap that.

And we’ve got two taking a bite so far.

Anybody else?

Again: if I go above five, well, hell, I’ll figure it out. Maybe I’ll have people fight, Thunderdome style.

– c.

I would love a piece of this hot little action.

Give me a piece of that sweet, sweet ass.

I’ll do some bloggery also.

Also, if you get more than five, feel free to drop me – I was in on it last time.

Mmmm, Terribleminds.

Like Rick, I’d love to sink my teeth into that sweet, sweet insanity.

Also like Rick, you can drop my ass like a bowl of ebola soup if you get enough new people.

If it’s not too late, I will vent my spleen all over your Internet home.

Okay, more names pile up. Awesome.

Not too late at all. The more the merrier.

Keep on adding names to the pile, people. I’ll figure out who’s in tomorrow morning, then. The names in a hat will probably do the trick.

– c.

I would be willing to tarnish my reputation by guest-blogging for you if a spot remains.

As noted, only five spots, but I’ll take an infinite number of names and then let fate decide which of you poor suckers are on the hook.

Not throwing my hat in. Nope. I’m just here to let you know I’ve got a huge pile of Allen wrenches at the ready. And I’m wondering what Tic-Tac spew would even look like. Yuck.

And seriously, Thunderdome. Way better than a hat.

Heh. Thunderdome.

Thunderdome would be a voting thing, I figure — pitching names against names in a bloodthirsty bid for blog domination.

Too callous?

Too creepy?

Or just right?

– c.

Count me in.

I’d do it! ^_^

What the hell, I’m in.

Put me in the hat.

The pretty one, with the velvet and the hidden rogaine and skittles dispensers.

I had a blast last time – I’d gladly give it another spin! Count me in.

*throws his hat in the ring*

I would so get in on that piece of action, just for the mobs that would be waiting for you when you returned.

Sweet! Chuck is leaving.

We can finally have that cock fight, in his honor of course.

And by cock fight, I mean a fight between two rabid wolverines with strap-ons tied to their heads. It’ll be like Pokemon, Wendig style.

Granted, I was going to save them for his wake, but they’re starting to get antsy being tied up in my trunk.

Who’s with me?

I’d love a chance!

*raises hand* Cool beans, I’m in.

I’d be down.

If you’re still in the blogger market, I’ll take a day.

I’m up for it. Definitely.

Ahh, hell, I’ve lurked long enough. Toss my name in there as well.