Charlene, Charlene, Where Have You Beeen?
O! I hear the masses singing it from the treetops!
(Okay, no I don't; nobody ever reads this save, like, prison inmates and people who want to sell me ceiling fans...)
O! I hear the masses singing from the ceiling-fan-bladed penetentiary roofs!
!!!!!
Stop telling me to shut up, or I'll bite you. I haven't posted for a spell because T.O.C.E. spent last week at home and took her computer with her. Anywheeze, I do have some News Items that I'm contractually obligated to report:
1) As a blatant contradiciton to what I just typed, T.O.C.E.'s new buddy, The One Called Kleine Kinder, apparently spent hours of perfectly good study time trying to post a message to yours truly. Or at least that's what she says. So props to you, dilligent human, though you should lose points for thinking my three-leggedness was just a joke for "blog cred."
2) T.O.C.E. recently received a barrage of photos of her foreign buddies cavorting in America (see post below). She--er, I-- will soon post them just for you.
3) I am taking up opera singing. Because of my iron will (ala Callas) and admirable work ethic, I have been practising all of the day and all of the night. Howling and crooning and warbling, never sotto voce T.O.C.E. and The Other are so thrilled.
4) T.O.C.E.'s separated-at-birth twin (god help us,) The One Called Patrick, is excorcizing his demons in yet another dark and twisted piece de theatre, The Play Called Frozen. View glowing press by clicking here and scrolling till you see a photo of T.O.C.E., if she were a hairy, stern 27-year-old flanked by two lovely mamacitas: http://www.pittsburghcitypaper.ws/performance/story.cfm?type=Theater .
Or view creepy photos by clicking on my link to the site, over there. To your right. No, your other right. Stupid.
O! I hear the masses singing it from the treetops!
(Okay, no I don't; nobody ever reads this save, like, prison inmates and people who want to sell me ceiling fans...)
O! I hear the masses singing from the ceiling-fan-bladed penetentiary roofs!
!!!!!
Stop telling me to shut up, or I'll bite you. I haven't posted for a spell because T.O.C.E. spent last week at home and took her computer with her. Anywheeze, I do have some News Items that I'm contractually obligated to report:
1) As a blatant contradiciton to what I just typed, T.O.C.E.'s new buddy, The One Called Kleine Kinder, apparently spent hours of perfectly good study time trying to post a message to yours truly. Or at least that's what she says. So props to you, dilligent human, though you should lose points for thinking my three-leggedness was just a joke for "blog cred."
2) T.O.C.E. recently received a barrage of photos of her foreign buddies cavorting in America (see post below). She--er, I-- will soon post them just for you.
3) I am taking up opera singing. Because of my iron will (ala Callas) and admirable work ethic, I have been practising all of the day and all of the night. Howling and crooning and warbling, never sotto voce T.O.C.E. and The Other are so thrilled.
4) T.O.C.E.'s separated-at-birth twin (god help us,) The One Called Patrick, is excorcizing his demons in yet another dark and twisted piece de theatre, The Play Called Frozen. View glowing press by clicking here and scrolling till you see a photo of T.O.C.E., if she were a hairy, stern 27-year-old flanked by two lovely mamacitas: http://www.pittsburghcitypaper.ws/performance/story.cfm?type=Theater .
Or view creepy photos by clicking on my link to the site, over there. To your right. No, your other right. Stupid.
posted by Charlene at 3:05 AM
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