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. . .
Smoky voice? I'm gravel, doll.
Kossi looks like a refuge from Conan O'Brien's "If They Mated" segment.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 08:48 PM
I would like to meet this Wraith fellow. He crawls on my tool bar at the bottom of the screen. Lance, you shouldn't be talking about Zeit that way. This Blonde you speak of, does she know of your formerly roving academic ways?
Posted by: Paul T. Geist | June 14, 2005 at 08:49 PM
Paul, I admire a man who can defend his brother with a pun. I once defended my brother with a pin. He was being attacked by one of those balloon sculptures made by clowns at birthday parties. What are you drinking? I'm buying. Franz, set up Paul with whatever he can handle and keep 'em coming.
(Aside: There, that ought to keep him out of the cloud with me and Sis.)
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:50 PM
Just let me get a peek at Kossi's boobies...make me feel like a big blogger...
Posted by: pamindurham | June 14, 2005 at 08:52 PM
Paul, the blonde knows all about my roving academic ways. How do you think we met? The hussy.
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 08:52 PM
Heads in the clouds. Certainly not the first time either of us has been in such a position, eh, Lance.
Better than the dark interiors in which you'll find the heads of some others who shall remain nameless, kos I said so.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 08:52 PM
Come on in, Zeit. Your brother is around here somewhere.
Posted by: The Heretik | June 14, 2005 at 08:53 PM
Pam got my invite, I see. Welcome, gorgeous. How are you this evening, you hairy humorless feminist lesbian type person?
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 08:53 PM
Don't tell my dork of a husband but hairy humorless feminist lesbians make me hot!
Posted by: Catherine Zeita Jones | June 14, 2005 at 08:56 PM
Catherine Zeita Jones, your hubby's had his face pulled one time too many. Tell him to stop the madness.
Shakes, I'm doing fine. I was hoping to slice and dice some Gilliard meat.
Posted by: pamindurham | June 14, 2005 at 08:58 PM
Hello everyone. Thanks for linking up the police tasering the kid on the school bus story Heretik. Im still shaking my head in amazement...
Posted by: Gretchen | June 14, 2005 at 08:58 PM
Pam, Gilliard's hanging around outside threatening to beat up Lance. Want to head out and take him down with me?
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 09:01 PM
Gretchen, no prob. I like what you are doing. Paminatrix, play nice, but only if you want to. Gilliard meat? Taste like chicken?
Posted by: The Heretik | June 14, 2005 at 09:02 PM
I brought my bloody chainsaw, Sis, borrowed from tourist Gregory Despres. Don't want to leave any mess behind...
Posted by: pamindurham | June 14, 2005 at 09:03 PM
Gilliard meat? Taste like chicken?
Gilliard, the flavorless meat.
Posted by: pamindurham | June 14, 2005 at 09:04 PM
Watch the magic of delinking as you are drinking >>>>>>>>>>>>
Who is disappearing now?
Posted by: The Heretik | June 14, 2005 at 09:05 PM
How did you manage to get it past customs?!
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 09:08 PM
Franz, another martini please. Dryer than dry. A Sahara of a martini. Camels should be needed to serve it.
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 09:11 PM
Sorry.The only thing we have in that sort of martini is Gobi, Lance. Good work by the BBA today, Paminatrix and Sister.
Posted by: The Heretik | June 14, 2005 at 09:13 PM
Thank you. Another amaretto on the rocks, please, my friend. And hold the rocks. In fact, hold the glass. Just hand me the bottle.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 09:14 PM
Gobi will have to do. Two humps are better than one anyway.
Posted by: Lance | June 14, 2005 at 09:15 PM
Hey, Lance - I got a hump for ya right here!
Oh, forgive me. That's the amaretto talking.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 09:17 PM
The bottle then,sister. Gobi. Too bad Gobi Wan Kenobi couldn't save that Sith thing.
Posted by: The Heretik | June 14, 2005 at 09:18 PM
How did you manage to get it past customs?!
As we were at yellow alert, I simply walked by the sleeping fed workers and trotted that bloody bad boy over the border. :)
Posted by: pamindurham | June 14, 2005 at 09:18 PM
Ahh, yellow alert. The color of bloody homicide. Delicious.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | June 14, 2005 at 09:19 PM