I was casually stalking you guys on my tracker tonight when I came to the realization that my readers are a bunch of perverts who aren’t actually looking for a good read as much as a good old fashioned jpeg of boobs, bestiality and alley cats humping! You sick little monkeys!!!!
Category: The awesomeness that is the inner workings of my somewhat disturbed and unarguably juvenile mind
Morning Coffee
as bisous de Montréal, Glenn Salut Glenn. Plein de bisous de Montréal xx
Feeling good
Last night I went to see Michael Buble at the Bell Center last night and I’m pretty sure, despite our seats being ever so slightly off to the side, that I’m almost certain he impregnated me with his voice while singingFeeling Good. Seriously. He looked right at us. Eye contact was quiet possibly made, which…
Breasts Ablaze
So.. for those of you who are not familiar with the age old art of striptease, otherwise known as Burlesque, the name Satan’s Angel might not mean much to you… I’m about to change that. 5 days of rhinestones, feather boas, swarovsky crystal, fringe and lace, twirling tassels, butts bouncing, shimmying and shaking, and you’re…
♪ Sisters ♪ Those who’ve seen us know that not a thing can come between us ♪
As we pulled into Toronto, I had a rush of nerves for my impending performance in 3 short hours and a rush of nostalgia, of past Toronto shows, deviance and general debauchery love and obsession heartache… I took a deep cleansing breath and let it all go. “Mmmmmm… Toronto…” Velma took a deep breath…
Surprise!
So here’s the thing… I have all these little projects in the works right now, that I am super excited about, including a very special and super secret surprise one that I CAN’T WAIT to show you guys. For real, It’s making me a little nuts, keeping my mouth shut. It’s a bit of…
♪ Waiting in the waiting room♪
Yesterday we waited 3 hours before asking the receptionist how much longer. We were coughed on, sneezed on and educated quite thoroughly on Rheumatoid Arthritis and Irritable Bowel Syndrome before leaving. “I can’t tell you exactly m’am” droned the receptionist, in time with her rolling eyes, “But it will be at least 2 hours…
♪ Waiting in the waiting room ♪
Yesterday we waited 3 hours before asking the receptionist how much longer. We were coughed on, sneezed on and educated quite thoroughly on Rheumatoid Arthritis and Irritable Bowel Syndrome before leaving. “I can’t tell you exactly m’am” droned the receptionist, in time with her rolling eyes, “But it will be at least 2 hours still.”…
Consequence…as surreal as the outside world to a goldfish…
One of my daughters, who shall remain nameless, in the interest of protecting the “innocent” …and what have you, has been known to have the odd problem at school, here and there, because who hasn’t really, and also, she’s a teenager. I am used to getting calls from principals and teachers, counselors and most recently…
Who is WE exactly???
Her face so sweet and innocent. Her eyes so curious and hungry for knowledge… “We’re not allowed to cremate Jews right?” The room spun upside-down and it was all I could do to keep the nausea from getting the best of me. Should I put her in private school? Lock her in the basement? Call…