Monday, June 28, 2021

IRRECONCILABLEFRAGILISTIC XPEALIDOCIOUS DIFFERENCES

who here remembers back in the days when humor filled no holds barred
television comedy sketches were all the rage or at some dank dingy downtown smoke filled cabaret theater that would host the current comedy clown who could smack you up side yer temples so hard with some of the most outrageous off the wall blister'n zingers just so you could escape from yer every day run of the mill mundane existence that you would end up projectile'n yer over priced 2 drink minimum cocktail thru yer nostrils?

in the 1970's MR. ROPER had allowed JACK TRIPPER to move in with 
JANET WOOD and CRISSY SNOW only cuz he thought JACK "buttered his bread on the other side" and made many many "friend of Dorothy" gestures to JACK's demeanor until he sold the build'n...that i (bein' of the non heterosexual persuasion that i am) have watched a million and a half times over that i can practically recite the entire series and STILL die laugh'n at without gett'n offended! 
though i'm sure if STANLEY were landlord today...he would've gotten a call from some defamation lawyer on behalf of some PFLAG parader in assless underwear who's O.D. on sensitive train'n classes

by the 1980's RODNEY DANGERFIELD "got no respect at all!" though he
managed to make millions make'n his audience dump in their dungarees from Boise to Bangkok
though if he were still around today he'd most likely be give'n citations at seminars fer the emotionally unstable

when the 1990's had rolled in...AL BUNDY totally was the antithesis of 
ROSEANNE's household with his mouthy misogynistic macho attitude mock'n typical middle class meatheads with a prerequisite fer porn stars and had dominated the decade like nobody's business
unfortunately in today's climate (if he were still on the air) his macho nacho attitude would've only gotten him fickled fame from the "tarred and feathered" trend by the fierce fallopian TIKTOK'ers and their whole foods shopp'n shitheads

after a much needed break from shows like "FRIENDS" and "FRAISER"
in the 2000's the righteous raunchy salacious syrup dripp'n from LISA LAMPENELLI's  tongue that me and my sister found play'n russian roulette with the remote control one very late even'n on COMEDY CENTRAL left us tired ass bitches in tired ass stitches thee entire hour...LISA's COMEDY CENTRAL ROASTS were legendary...
they were like early EDDIE MURPHY on steroids durin' menopause...she made it fun to be fat and said to date a black guy just fer the screwed up credit plus they had somethin' to hide behind when the cops started shoot'n (and that is a semi direct quote!)
sadly...she decided she had said enough salaciously slapstick'n soundbites to last a century thru-out her comical career and packed her potty mouth away...though i sweated it outta this lil birdy who told me it's cuz of the "METOO!" & "BLM" tsunami that made up her mind in the end (so i decided to roast that lil birdy at 425 degrees and serve him with some fava beans and nice chianti!)

this newly formed crop of highly sensitive pre and post ejaculatory trauma
slaves apparently had their funny bone removed thru their puckered sphincter or given themselves one too many clitorectomys with their personal desk fan i swear cuz ANYTHING you say that is remotely insensitive that's been either tweeted...posted on fuckbook or insta...aired on tv...sent in a smoke signal whatever...whether it was said in the now or excavated from yer past...they make it their life's mission to kamikaze yer character without the slightest interest of the repercussions it has on the intended target
oh BUTT there's more...

i...thee unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my
own universe (i might add) recently had to deal with my own fair share of online PC parade'n night stalkers who somehow succeeded in gett'n me banished from not only post'n properly my somewhat spicy words of wisdom and colorful catch phrases along with eye popp'n imagery that i've written into my electronical diary fer over the past 10 years on fakebook that i'm quite sure even VIRGINIA WOOLF is roll'n in her grave wish'n that she could've achieved planetary fame if only she'd inserted some bulbous male gluteus maximus into her write'ns as well
(though i've managed to find the folger's loop hole in their post'n judgement)
i also can no longer title my pix with a comment or heart someone's pix on instagratificationgram...however i can still heart someone's comments!

fer instance...someone had scattered a plea along the informational 
highway a few weeks back that read "does anyone know of an air fryer that could handle a family of 8?"

well i had just returned home from huff'n on a dozen helium balloons 
after try'n to perform a briss...i mean try'n to perform a ballad at some Jewish baby shower just cuz they fergot to hire a bartender (HELLO! am i the only one that thought all expectant mothers depended on some dependency at their sacrificially saccrinated snorefest?) so anyways...me bein the helpful lil hussie that i am...i simply replied to their plea fer help with a mere gesture of humor "take it easy there JEFFERY DAHMER!"

well of course...the intended recipient wasn't too damn happy to get my
morbidly matter-of-fact comical response and decided to burn me at the stake by respond'n back with their lit match and a can of petrol at their fingertips "NOT FUNNY!! the man was SICK and mentally unstable! He was a MURDERER!! MURDER IS NOT FUNNY!!😡"

needless to say that bein a virgo that i am...i needed to have the last word
"huh...first day on the internet kitten?"

i know i shouldn't've responded in retrospect but that's like send'n a
small child into the mall of america of candy stores in Jordan, MN to watch their eyes pop outta his or her head from the mouth water'n anticipation upon enter'n then tell'n them that it's all made outta brussels sprouts and alligator shit know'n full well they won't want any...
their reaction is priceless as they try to fall into a sugar induced coma give'n themselves a visually stimulated anaphylactic shock! (insert laugh here)

comedy is art and art is subjective so if you don't like somethin' on tv
here's a quarter...buy a clue...TURN THE FUCK'N CHANNEL!!! or read somethin online that may seem a bit out there...then just keep a roll’n or snap back with a witty retort...don't go write'n yer senators and purchase'n poster board...glitter and glue from the family dollar store fer yer pathetic outrage parade only to ruin the laugh lines on everyone else's face!

yes i do believe there are topics that you outta stay clear of...like the
holocaust...slavery or DAVID HASSELHOFF's side hustle (unless you know yer audience of course) however...this higly sensitive "woke" generation has completely blown up the boundaries of what THEY consider acceptable laugh lines these days...well i'm hear to tell all you prozac popp'n comedy kill'n tweet hunt'n junkies on yer expeditions just to ruin someone's livelihood just to mellow the fuck out...people's perceptions change over time and everyone says things they regret at some point in their past but you apologize fer them and you move the fuck on with it!

 there's always gonna be some smarty britches that knows absolutely 
nothing about yer mental stabilities along the informational highway nor care enough to find out since we live in such fickle and feckless times these days...just take it with a grain of salt and deal with the salt on yer fragile sensitive wounds!
if not then just GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, June 21, 2021

Belly Up To The Bar

lurk'n in any lil tiny town across this country you will run into thee most 
mundane ordinary pedophiles i mean priests...places and thing-a-ma-jiggers...however in any BARNEY FIFE miniature metropolis you can always bet yer bottom bloomers that you'll bump into a one-of-a-kind RALPH FURLEY treasure or 2

take fer instance...my lil shit hole town...i mean my quaint lil shit hole town
where i spent a small portion of my pre and post ejaculatory existence WINONA, MN established in 1857 allegedly named after some native american princess who did a nose dive off a non saccrinated solid mass of mineraloid matter atop a massive mound of dirt molested in foliage completely unaware of the carbonite pit wait'n fer her down below that the town folk setup fer some indian named SKYWALKER but needed someone to test it out prior and unfortunately PRINCESS WINONA decided to become the test pilot on that fateful afternoon...
and is still encased in that carbonite to this very day...allegedly!

the other 3 gemstones that put my fair lil town of fuckery on the map was
the fact that hollyweird screen goddess WINONA RYDER was named after our sensible yet senile city
the best damn maple long john's on the planet are found at our lil bakery since 1924...not up fer discussion 
(fuck Dunkin dickwads and Crispy crappers)
and of course thee unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe  KRYSTAL KLEER also known as ME!
BUTT wait...there's more...

with mask restrictions lifted in almost every water'n hole around town
everyone is desperately die'n to gather together with their latest on-line STD to shoot the shit over a nice cold brewski or a pretty lil rimmed cocktail just like Jack...Janet and Crissy did in the 70's and 80's when they popped into their fav-o-rit corner bar "THE REGAL BEAGLE

so it's only fitt'n that after a very long heel-less 23,328 non tipped hours 
(that's over 2 1/2 years fer you non googlers) 
my dimly lit spotlight will once again shine upon that glorious eyesore i call my hometown as i take to the stage as MC and perform'n host fer the 2nd annual  PRIDE event at everyone's fav-o-rit lil corner dui destination located in blister'n beautiful downtown WINONA, MN saturday june 26th 2021 at the "NO NAME BAR

i thought i'd catch up with the dynamic duo sibling owners and very close 
personal stalkers of mine since the 80's CYNTHIA & BRIAN KNOUFT just to see how their artsy lil establishment of spirits has survived the worst plague... 
since DEBBIE GIBSON's electric youth perfume!

how have things been fer you all ever since the whole COVID crap?
COVID was a real challenge for us and we spent most of last year closed. Even when we were allowed to open last summer we chose to remain closed because the case count was so high locally. Finances were a struggle but we were able to remain in the business with the help of the PPP program as well as local grants and low interest loans.

One can only assume that the whole damn panic over the pandemic 
pretty much wiped out yer customer base...true?
Not at all, in fact our customers have been incredibly supportive during the pandemic by purchasing merchandise and drink chips while we were closed. When they've been ready and able to come back, we're often the first bar they've come to visit in a year.

have the town folk responded kindly after the state lifted it's lockdown  
and the mask mandate?
people are excited to be out and about and it's been very good for business. Weekends have been busier than ever. The stimulus money has also been great for business!

what are you plann'n to help bring back the crowds of yester year and 
will their be any big surprises to keep em tap dance'n til dawn? 
Being primarily an event-based business, the shutdowns forced us to be a little more creative to draw new and existing customers in. We've upped our cocktail game quite a bit in an attempt to expand beyond just being a beer and shot bar. During last summer/early fall of last year we hosted a couple of outdoor music events (social distanced of course). Prior to the restrictions on live indoor performances being lifted we began hosting DJ nights every weekend. These have become quite popular and we've seen a lot of new faces-people who had never been to our bar pre-pandemic and are now just discovering us.
ummm and how excited am i to meet those incredibly amaze'n bands you have popp'n in "TIMISAROCKER" and "ALIEN BOOK CLUB"
along with ME thee unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe KRYSTAL KLEER as the misstressed mc/performer of this gala PRIDE event yer hold'n fer anyone over 21 on sat june 26th from 5pm til close with a $10 cover

and now we've come to my fav-o-rit part of the interview i like to just call
"can we talk about ME fer a change?"  
basically what i want right now is fer you to bounce into yer best Barbara Walters blouse and ask my ANYTHING under the rainbow...well except about rainbows cuz that's just fuck'n lazy journalism?
hmmm...seems like we're have'n a lil testical difficulties...
come'on...LADY BUNNY LESLIE GORDAN and NELLIE OLESON from LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE had no difficulties ask'n me one!
tick tock tick tock tick tock...
hmmmm....okaaaaaaaaaaay...well apparently Jiminy ain't the only cricket!

so i wanna thank the fab owners of NO NAME BAR...CYNTHIA KNOUFT
and BRIAN KNOUFT fer take'n time outta their busy schedule fer this lil pow wow and fer graciously putt'n my A-double snakes back on stage to host their 2nd annual PRIDE event (click here fer all the info) hope to see you there kittens and don't ferget to bring ya holla's and ya dolla's cuz in the immortal words of one DOLLY PARTON...
"it costs alotta money to look this cheap!
HAPPY PRIDE on what ever...where ever...who ever or how ever you choose to celebrate it kittens!
now GET OFF MY DRESS!