I would like to introduce the rest of the world to my good friend, Ms. Bees Knees. If anyone needs a good hag, she is available. (She is the one in the middle wearing the pink thong. Modesty was never her strong suit.) This tube of wonderful has a name!
http://imthebeesknees.blogspot.com/
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Of course, she's the one in the pink thong! She has no taste. Poor thing.
You are the only one I am going to tell this to, but have you ever heard of an Imperial Omelet? It was presented to The Empress Eugenie of France in 1864. That is why I need to find ostrich eggs by next Wednesday.
Eddie! I have returned from Italy. I went back and read all of your blogs I missed. How you make me chuckle! I shall come to Columbia to visit sometime...maybe. Ok, I probably won't, but the intention is there. Thursday I had to say good-bye to Emilio for 13 weeks (I made a scene by crying alone in the Boston airport). I feel your pain. :)
"the" Mrs-
I am captivated by the spectacle that is astor. Keep me updated on said imperial omelet.
Seestar-
I miss you as much as Whitney Houston misses smoking blow. I am glad that I can make you chuckle. However, you are required to come and visit me (over the weekend you stupid bitch!). Why is that Italian (pronounced I-taliian) boy leaving you for 13 weeks? Gay or not gay, I will put my foot down (which happens to be wearing 7 inch glittery platforms).
ooOOOoooH! I want 7 inch glittery platforms!!!
Italian boy is off at Harvard doing physics research with laser beams (and not the cool kind that you attach to sharks' heads). We flew into Boston from Europe and I left him there. I wish you putting your gay foot down would change it, but i don't think even the glorious heels can...
So here's what's gonna happen, I'll come visit and we can drink until we feel no pain! It's been a while since I've had me Captain. jk. don't wanna do that again...
Ms-
Haha. I totally didn't realize till now, but you are the Italian bee in the photo. How Bee-zzar. Oh, and by the way, you ARE a sassy whore. But you are my sassy whore, and I love you to death. Yum!
It's OK, Ed; Bees and I are no longer fighting. Stupid stuff really as we acutally love each other. I'm a lady of proper upbringing who--unfortuantely--strives to be around whores, hustlers, and tramps and Ms. Bees is "all of the above." I love her.
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