like fer instance...how apple spice febreeze that you stocked up on at the after xmas sale fer 79 cents a can...DOES NOT make yer quaint lil shit box smell like the fresh baked apple pie that yer granny used to bake...when yer try'na mask the smell of burnt popcorn you made...no matter how much you've sprayed...while wait'n on yer brother and his wife to visit fer the nite
that when yer fav-o-rit vegan vommit'n brother visits fer the nite...
and decides to take you out fer dinner in a glass...just as long as there's somethin' on the menu to fulfill his cruelty free conscious tasty buds...then proceeds to drop more bombs than they did at Hiroshima back at yer pleasant lil shitbbox...with the same deadly results...to yer nasal passages
BUTT the biggest find i found...was bigger than any other i've seen
fugetabod Ru Paul's regurgitated hag race
or the answer to the poor man's macaroni and cheese excrement...
cuz the BIGGEST thing i've ever come across...since chipp'n my teeth last saturday nite with some rico suave from Racine WI...
was my accidental find'ns of the irish born sing'n sensation and perform'n illusionist...the one and only...fantabulously delishcious...DANNY LA RUE
born Daniel Patrick Carol 1927...he was the youngest of 5 children...
Danny moved to London in 1937...and became an alter boy in his tender teen years...think'n he wanted to join into the priest hood later on down the road...
much like i myself...who also was an alter boy in my younger prepubescent years...when my aunt used to tell me that i should go into the priesthood when i grow up...before i decided...i needed a much bigger pulpit to perform from as thee future unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe...
but me...like DANNY's mother...knew he needed a much bigger stage
in 1943...Danny joined the navy and has his 1st break entertain'n...
the troops...that is until finally...in 1954...Danny started perform'n on stage...in the spotlight...fer the masses on their asses in London's famous West End
once the 1960's rolled around...DANNY was consume'n the spotlight...
the houses were packed nite after glorious nite...with no room to breath...
with the likes of Barbara Streistand and Judy Garland as many of his fasmous celeb fans
one of his most famous fans that he became chummy with was actual
royalty...who he even had the pleasure of fry'n up a back hand sammich for on one particular nite when a tuned up Princess Margaret slapped DANNY across the face...durin' the 60's at one of her parties...all cuz DANNY told her to lay off the liquor...days later she would be bow'n to his heels fer forgivness
by 1972 DANNY LA RUE starred as the lead'n lady in his only
big screen comedic debut...set durin' WW 2
once the hedonistic decade of heroin and hairspray rolled around...
travel'n the world with many successful tours...
bein' the perfectionist that he was...DANNY was forced to perform...
past his prime..thanx in part...by 2 canuks that conned him in 1983...
after the sale of Walton Hall hotel he had purchased many years earlier
after suffer'n a mild stroke in 2006...DANNY LA RUE had unfortunately
met his maker by 2009 due to throat cancer complications at the ripe old age of 81
though gone...thanx to the inter webbage...& my globally dominated blog
DANNY LA RUE will never be forgotten!
now get off my dress!
as always quite entertaining Mattress!
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