Stormy Tuesday
Last night, The One Called Caroline "Rage Blackouts" Casey let T.O.C.E. take her on a fruitless search for Margaritas in Johnson county, then they settled at a bar just around the corner from here after much driving around [T.O.C.E. was so upset about the Margarita-less-ness, she kept talking in her sleep all night. "Mad Meeeex!" She howled, like Heathcliff waking to dawn on the moor with Cathy's name fresh on his lips, "MAD MEEEEX!!!!"]
Once there, they sat within earshot of a very trollish, not-so-young man was blabbing to his buddies about all these women of whom he was currently amassing biblical knowledge (human intercourse-- yuk). T.O.C.E., having drowned her Margarita jones with Pale Ale, nearly strangled said troll. T.O.C.C."R.B."C. almost had to physically restrain her.
Seriously, this guy should be thankful any woman would ever talk to him, let alone touch his trollish face. Why are women so very, very often infinitely cuter to the men they're reduced to have intercourse with? Ugly, blabby mofos like that should be neutered. Although perhaps it's what T.O.C.E. will soon have to deal with, what with The Other (who is light years cuter than Trolly McTrollerson) up and running to that french slut "Des Moines." Apparently, M'elle D.M. is big and sprawling, with a real penchant for Karaoke. And she's very flat-- something T.O.C.E. could never be in her wildest dreams.
Speaking of which, T.O.C.E.'s lumps and protrusions are fixin' to be on full display when her theatre thing opens next week. She comes home six nights a week, bruised and broken, complaining about sore thises and thats (try being an amputee, sister). Apparently, the play is just her thrashing around on the floor like a dying fish. A dying fish in heels and a push-up bra, no less. I hope, for The Other's sake, that Miss "Des Moines" is a little more lady-like.
Oh-- and all of that floppin' out and around is only 50 per cent of her duties to the Theatre Gawds. There's some other play opening in two weeks, which she'll do when she's not doing the floppy push-up bra play, that involves wearing a gray wig and sitting on a couch-- no prat falls. Yeesh. And she makes fun of me for taking 17 naps a day. Is her lifestyle really creating a new world order or anything? I think not.
Once there, they sat within earshot of a very trollish, not-so-young man was blabbing to his buddies about all these women of whom he was currently amassing biblical knowledge (human intercourse-- yuk). T.O.C.E., having drowned her Margarita jones with Pale Ale, nearly strangled said troll. T.O.C.C."R.B."C. almost had to physically restrain her.
Seriously, this guy should be thankful any woman would ever talk to him, let alone touch his trollish face. Why are women so very, very often infinitely cuter to the men they're reduced to have intercourse with? Ugly, blabby mofos like that should be neutered. Although perhaps it's what T.O.C.E. will soon have to deal with, what with The Other (who is light years cuter than Trolly McTrollerson) up and running to that french slut "Des Moines." Apparently, M'elle D.M. is big and sprawling, with a real penchant for Karaoke. And she's very flat-- something T.O.C.E. could never be in her wildest dreams.
Speaking of which, T.O.C.E.'s lumps and protrusions are fixin' to be on full display when her theatre thing opens next week. She comes home six nights a week, bruised and broken, complaining about sore thises and thats (try being an amputee, sister). Apparently, the play is just her thrashing around on the floor like a dying fish. A dying fish in heels and a push-up bra, no less. I hope, for The Other's sake, that Miss "Des Moines" is a little more lady-like.
Oh-- and all of that floppin' out and around is only 50 per cent of her duties to the Theatre Gawds. There's some other play opening in two weeks, which she'll do when she's not doing the floppy push-up bra play, that involves wearing a gray wig and sitting on a couch-- no prat falls. Yeesh. And she makes fun of me for taking 17 naps a day. Is her lifestyle really creating a new world order or anything? I think not.
posted by Charlene at 7:56 PM
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