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This will come as no surprise to any of you, but my blog has been rated PG. Apparently the use of the word "knife" in a few posts kept me from getting a G. Darn my violent tendencies.

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dive said…
Yikes! I'd best ask Mum if I can read this from now on, Robyn.
dive said…
I just got rated.
A disappointingly tame NC-17.
Looks like it's been a pretty non-sweary month so far.
Hey ho. Perhaps I'm going soft in my dotage.
Alifan said…
Oh dear what have I been missing, glad I only read your blog when you say so young man, and I do read yours Robyn do not understand why your's need parent approval!! I like it!!!!

My blog is rather boring with just Cakes and Al....ah well..
dive said…
Muuuuuuuum!
Can I read Robyn's blog?
Pleeeeeease?
Awww C'mon!
Sassy Sundry said…
I bet the word "bastard" didn't help you.
Sassy Sundry said…
Wait a minute. I've discussed fetishes, sex, and all sorts of things, and I'm only PG-13? It's because I used the word dead.
Scout said…
Dive, I'm sure Alifan will allow you to read my very very tame site, especially compared to your nasty filth--hee hee

Alifan,your site is not boring. Don't forget the pics of Oscar. He's lovely.

Sassy, I forgot about "bastard." See? It just goes to show how useless movie ratings are.
dive said…
Rats!
There was I thinking my filth was lovely.
It's organic, GM-free filth, Robyn; carefully selected from only the finest muck-heaps.
Nasty indeed!
Harumph!
I don't know Robyn I still hold firm that your blog is rated G. And it's one of the best Damn blogs out there for quality writing.
Sassy Sundry said…
Oh, and I swear like a sailor. Should my "eff words" get me into trouble with the ratings board?
Anonymous said…
Heh. I started with an R (it's been a slow period for rants) but now I'm NC-17. Timing is everything I guess.

And I'm tagging you.

Kisses
Alifan said…
Thanks for looking in my blog Robyn, I have left you a message on there....

Dive rang me tonight, to say my blog is child friendly.... how mild!!!!

OK Son you can read Robyns Blog, as long as I do not have to read yours, if there is that many bad words, and you know I give in to you everytime, so you do not have to plead>>>>>>>>>>
Anonymous said…
Dive, i got rated n-17. what does a girl have to do for a judicious x?

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