A Brief History Of Th' Four Or Five Guys©

A swell dame, yesterday

"Build it and they will come," as a very wise man - I think it was the Isley Brothers - once said. I looked at the visitor counter at the long-running blogs and felt stupid adding one at Th' House O'Foam© (as it was then, pre-pandemic escape), so I found a picture of a counter stalled between four and five [sidebar at right- Ed.] and blamed the low page views on a faulty doo-dad.

As the visitor count shot encouragingly into double figures, I left it up, and Th' Four Or Five Guys© was copyrighted as a name for all the guys (there were a couple of dames at one point) who turn up here, commenters or not. There are a few more than four or five, and the name does not limit membership, nor exclude me, I like to think.

I've ticked the any random slob can comment box on the blogger control panel, so if you've been the shy, bookish-type random slob, get your toes in the surf and the sand in your shorts. Importantly, check back to see what's happened so far, and if you'd like me to re-up anything, leave a comment to that piece. Rare and unheard treasure is a finite resource, and there's a lot of it buried here for you to dig up. Like, digsville!

And - we're still looking for guys what like to write. Be a come-with Four Or Five Guy© and send a message in a bottle by adding it to the comments of this here piece. Previously featured features by th' 4/5 have garnered their authors international kudos and more sexual activity than is good for them. Pmac was awarded the prestigious Golden Seaswallow Of Knökke for his contributions, and Jack Kerouac's Cat got his own scrapbooking show on cable down there in Pork Bend, Ill.

Signed, Your Pal, Farquhar Throckmorton III.