BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST BARBEQUE!
Betty Blogger is proud to host Kossi's going away party! We are not sure who will show up! Kossi may not be going to slumber parties here, here, or here. And probably not here, or here. This former friend threw away her treasured link here.
Kossi doesn't care. She is going on to take care of more important sh*t! But if she sees this kitty, she may sh*t before she takes her next pie in the face!
REAL NEWS WILL FOLLOW:
Because today . . . the news about tasers is repulsive and shocking . . . sometimes 69 isn't a good number . . . it's my party and you have to leave my house now!. . . Congrats to. . . . why have just one? . . . make the pie higher . . . the onus is to communicate more effectively . . . Penn and Teller on Patriot Act Video . . . on a brave woman. . .
Ok, who's pouring?
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 07:45 PM
Lance, pick your head up off the bar.
Posted by: Betty Blogger | June 14, 2005 at 07:58 PM
Sorry, Betty, I'm just tired. I haven't been drinking already, I swear.
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:02 PM
Are you tending bar tonight, Betty?
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:06 PM
For a bit til Franz comes back. Steve G, that kid? Oy.
Posted by: Betty Blogger | June 14, 2005 at 08:07 PM
One amaretto on the rocks, please. And hold the rocks.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 08:19 PM
(Mannion jumps on his stool, sits up straight, his .38 drawn and at the ready.)
Gilliard? He's not here, is he?
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:20 PM
I saw him on the corner bedecked in a sandwich board denouncing anticapitalists and begging for change in a Starbucks cup.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 08:23 PM
Lance, that kid is outside and wants to fight you. Sister, your amaretto is here. But who's rocks am I supposed to hold?
Posted by: Betty Blogger | June 14, 2005 at 08:24 PM
The ad for this post cost, like, five thousand dollars and I don't know how I am going to make it all back. *sob*
Posted by: Betty Blogger | June 14, 2005 at 08:25 PM
Mine. Hopefully, I won't need them for the evening.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 08:26 PM
It's okay, Betty. *patpat*
I heard there's a new variety show debuting on Fox featuring minstrel shows, gay-bashin'-for-dollars, and a cute segment called "Tease the Blind" that should be making ads available soon.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 08:28 PM
Oh, if he just wants to fight, he can wait while I have a drink. A martini, please, Betty. Very dry. A desert of a martini. There should be buzzards circling over the glass and a tiny longhorn skull on the olive, please.
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:31 PM
Ah, Betty's gone off crying. Who made her cry? That bugs me. Lance, a very dry one for you then. Sister, Betty thinks of you as a sister. And me . . . .
Posted by: Franz K | June 14, 2005 at 08:33 PM
Thanks, Franz.
Maybe the sight of my .38 scared Betty off.
Sis! Prosit! Good to see you. I feel safer now that you're here!
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:37 PM
Some times I scare myself.
Posted by: Paul T. Geist | June 14, 2005 at 08:39 PM
Betty thinks of you as a sister, Franz?
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:39 PM
It's always a safe bet to have a chain smoker in the lot when the shit starts to fly. We get winded easily, so we learn to take care of business with a well-delivered one-punch.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 08:40 PM
Good to know, Sis. You want to step outside and beat up Gilliard for me?
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:41 PM
Mr. Geist - do you know the Dark Wraith? Tall, dark, and hovery type. I believe he drinks black Russians....
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 08:42 PM
Lance, I prefer to let him come to me if he really wants to wrangle. The thing is, I'm pretty sure he's all talk, no action. Just hide out in this cloud of smoke with me, and if's brave enough to wander by, I'll take care of him.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 08:43 PM
Mr Geist, hello! Lance Mannion. I know your brother, Polter.
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:43 PM
And your beautiful sister Zeit. She sure gets around, doesn't she?
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:45 PM
Ah, don't think you have a ghost of a chance of knowing my brother. Chain smoker? I like a girl with a smokey voice. This Kossi chick, she looks a little off.
Posted by: Paul T. Geist | June 14, 2005 at 08:46 PM
Ah, sis, lost with you in the clouds, what a dream come true! Or is it a Sinatra song come true?
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:47 PM