Showing posts with label CARRIE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CARRIE. Show all posts

Monday, July 25, 2022

CRY ME A RIVER

i'm pretty sure we've all heard that story about the lil boy who cried wolf 
everyone's on his side til she finally pulls that proverbial string on their bucket of bullshit and all hell breaks lose...today they come in many forms from the attention seekers to the attention defecater's and eventually they all burn out and burn their bridges of any credibility they may have once had

recently comic guru DAVE CHAPELLE got the bucket poured all over him
hours before he was set to do his set at the infamous club FIRST AVENUE in the Minne-Apple thanx to a handful of sensitive salamanders with no sense of humor that picketed his sold out show which only added fuel to his comedic fire when it was moved into my old stomp'n grounds at the VARSITY THEATER in dinkytown 
all cuz his alleged hate fer the trans community in regards to late trans comedian DAPHNE DORMAN from his Netflix special "THE CLOSER" which i've seen a few times and all of it was blown completely out of proportion fer those seek'n to make splashy bait and switch headlines on their social media accounts
of course the militant whiners stomped their hooves in a temper tantrum by deface'n the Varsity with graffiti when DAVE wasn't cancelled...show'n exactly where their mentality level really is at!

though DAVE is not the only one feel'n the bruntage of the cuntage causes
lately...Disney recently decided it will no longer call their bibbity bobbity boutique clients "fairy godmothers in train'n pants" instead christen'n them "fairy godmother apprentices" to be more "inclusive" as they say...seriously though...who in the fairytale fuck do they think they're kidd'n...it's a market'n scheme to bow down to the whiney wokers while add'n more hidden charges to yer bill

now if you really wanna get yer britches in a bunch...why not focus all yer
anger towards somethin' more plausible like this political pussy JOSH HAWLEY who stoked up the lobotomized kool-aid drink'n dipshits with a fist bump of solidarity cause'n chaos on the nations capitol last jan 6th
then the feckless fucktard was caught on security camera's moments later runn'n faster than Lindsey Graham to an after hours party at a downtown DC gloryhole when the Wal-Mart beauty bunions breeched the barriers and made their way inside the capitol reek'n havoc everywhere
though the only real crime at the last jan 6th committee meet'n was why didn't Liz or Adam post that CLARK KENT look'n seat filler grindr’s profile in the ticker down below?

the LGBTXYZPDQ+ hard core militants are really ruin'n it fer everyone 
else in the alphabetty soup...whether you've transitioned or not...whether you wanna be referred to as they/them or not…whether you choose not to comprehend the distinction between humor and hate etc...WE ALL need to tiptoe thru the tulips or 2 lips (depend'n how you butter yer bread) 
and laugh at ourselves collectively at some point in order to get thru this thing called life...i whole heartedly agree when someone refers to ANYONE in a malicious...derogatory and or dangerous manner that puts ones life in jeopardy ect...by all means call them out on it and press charges if need be…
not everyone is entertained by a see'n a polished dick in a Dior with hair jacked up to jesus and my advice to them is THEN DON'T FUCK'N GO!
BUTT...that ain't all

trans people need to learn not to get all butt hurt and pull out their claws 
when someone in their own community has zero interest in anything more than just a simple casual conversation with them online or at the bar without bein' called insecure or prejudice just cuz they want nothing more than that...EVERYONE likes what they like sexually/emotionally P-E-R-I-O-D! also...words like "tranny" and "she mail" only became derogatory after it was perfectly acceptable fer the 1st 5 seasons on that popular scripted series all cuz of the new muff militia (yes i'm pull'n out the "my good friend is an actual tranny" card and play'n it at this point cuz she is not offended by the word) you seriously need to pick yer battles and this is not one of them kittens!

i mean seriously...i was talk'n with a friendly reminder recently who had
brought up a good point...the great spanish flu of 1919 had absofuckinlutely nothin' to do with Spain in the slightest nonetheless it's still referred to as just that though how many spaniards do you see bawl'n  their eyes out and brand'n their pitchforks at us in the streets? perhaps we outta just give them reparations fer the past 100 years and call it even steven huh?

there is ALWAYS room fer improvement with ANYONE...however not 
everyone will get on the bus yer drive'n if yer just gonna be speed'n thru town like a mental case sipp'n on mylanta nor remember where the hell it even stops if they do from time to time so take a chill pill "Jill" and just take em fer the ride yet pay attention to the road signs "Reggie"...you can't erase history any more than you can rewrite it

i wanna be introduced as the unintentionally internationally unknown
perform'n illusionist of my own universe (i know that's a mouthful...you can ask him) whenever i walk into a crowded gloryhole convention nonetheless i won't get butt hurt if it does not happen nor will i pull out my poster board...huff my magic markers and call fer a press conference at every entertainers gig i don't agree with...trans are terrific & non binary derry air is just delicious however as much as this new militant humorless degeneration wants to demoralize and chastise ALL those before them...
my i suggest take'n a lil bit of friendly advice from this slightly lightly seasoned sourpuss...i don't make trash...i burn it! don'tcha remember about the sticks and stones? so in cuntclusion...just pull up yer triggered knickers and GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, November 1, 2021

TELEPHONE pt.3

there are many scary ass shit situations in life at one point or another
that we've all suffered thru...why...just the undeniable fact that yer still read'n me after all these years is a complete and total testament to yer unmitigated torture in itself just like when that tooth picked teenaged terror with telekinesis who torched her class mates just cuz she didn't "plug it up" in 1976  (kittens...you should never fuck with the quiet ones...trust me!) 
stand'n in line behind one of those "i wanna speak to the manager" anti vaxx'n cuntaroo's at the neighborhood piggy wiggly pharmaceutical counter while yer just try'n to pay fer yer antibiotics to clear up that burn'n sensation you've left unchecked fer 3 months
find'n out you drank one too many bang-cock bangers at yer kids PTA meet'n with the principle at that motel 6 in the next county over

with the holiglaze seasoning in full swing...fuck the football torture when 
the fam comes over to mooch off all yer mashed potatoes...cranberried slosh and whatever fix'ns yer fix'n to fix up this year...staple their A double snakes down to the davenport and hot glue their eyelids to their eyebrows and force 'em to watch what is sure to sweep the viewer's choice fer the Razzies at next years award show
       click here fer pt 1      click here fer pt 2         

if yer look'n fer an homage to those tacky classic 80's chiller thrillers
of the yester years then look no further cuz trust me when i say how utterly shocked i was when i was left a message on my answer'n machine outta the blue one even'n return'n home after a strenuous day at the park try'na sell tickets to my nervous breakdown from none other than NY's finest colostomitic critic GENE SHALIT who left me a few comfort'n words after preview'n an unauthorized copy of my latest tale of terror on Grindr
"some films could have only been cast in one way...screen tests were given and the loser got the part...it's a piercing film and that's the critics corner for this morning" (and that is a direct quote) 
BUTT that ain't all...
he also informed me that i had indeed won the award fer best dramatic migraine from a motion picture short...in history...awwwww...i'm in utter awe...that's like a compliment i'll remember fer as long as i can!

of course i I-M-M-E-D-I-A-T-E-L-Y put pen to paper to write my gracious
and heartless acceptance speech...i wanted to of course come off as inappropriately thankful and utterly humbled as possible "i'd like to thank all the lil people along the way…however…i don't do anything under 8 inches any more" i ask you...was that too ungratefully honest?

i'm so ever grateful fer the special appearance in my chiller thriller debut 
with my LEE's...i searched dollar stores all over MN from Dakota to Dodge Center til i found the absolute perfect 80's clitorectomy length and fer just the right shade of cold blooded killer polish

SPIELBERG...SCORSESE and BURTON are obviously kick'n themselves
at this point that they had passed on this glorious opportunity to further expose their minimal career and more importantly MEEEEE...however...i am a very forgive'n unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe... 
ergo...call me guys...i'm wait'n in!

with that in mind i wanna thank my absofuckinglutely beyond brilliant  
visionary director TONY LARSON fer see'n my colossal potential as box office poison and look forward to ruin'n the sequels "FLIP PHONE" and "CELL PHONE" in the near future
i also wanna give a soft clap to the makers of Swanson's potpies...all the caterers at PIGGLY WIGGLY (please contact yer local PIGGLY WIGGLY in yer area fer all yer cater'n needs) and of course no one else but ME!
though i beg of you…no scratch that…i mean i implore you to hold off on yer generous reviews…we didn’t have any more money in the budget fer another continuity person…well cuz i shot the first one that we had by accident…in the eye! (luckily i still had some penicillin left over in my prada)
what?…too soon?…sue me!
hope i've give'n you a good enough reason to buy bulk in bufferin
now GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, July 22, 2019

too cool fer school!

well...after doin my annual summer clean'n of all my dirty filthy unsalted ...
adulted emails and such...i came (well...NOT this week yet...but there's still hope) across a blog i was write'n fer the last school season...so i figer'd there's no reason to wait...since i'm have'n brain tumors fer breakfast this week and can't seem to think of a gosh damn fuck'n thing to write about without hemorrhage'n my cerebral cortex over the shit storm that's come'n our way via our unfortunately MENTALLY DERANGED LIE'N SACK OF PIG SHIT and his band of desperado dipshit lick'n repuglicunts as usual...
thanx to those fuck'n family friendly upstand'n moralistically depraved deplorables and their acceptance of his all his bullshit at his pig fist'n rallies
BUTT...i digress!

though many might wish that their high school years was just a plethora...
of musical diddys and dudes...goin from a beauty queen to a bad ass

we all have had our own cross to bear in the trenches of high school...
whether we were just bein' the pin-up or the pinata

Molly was the painted saint fer all of us misfit Gen Xer's out there...
make'n millions off the pain of bein the most popular princess of our teenage angst...who secretly...we all wanted to be...or at the very least...have her as our very own personal BFF

but once the tantrums have faded...along with their looks...only then...at the 30 year reunion...you only wish'd you'd done everything on a much more grandioso scale...(well not go all Columbine mind you) so you could turn yer experience into some major bank account and get yer 
plump A-double snakes outta the funemployment line...even though i couldn't be bothered to show up this time around...i'm still contemplate'n my book/movie deals with the mucky mucks of tinsel town about my scandalously sordid school experiences...i'm think'n mine probably could be titled somethin' like "kiss my alabastered plump A double snakes: the diaries of an unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of their own universe" (simple and to the point don'tcha think?) or maybe "locker room liaisons" or how about "screw u2"
now i know these might sound more like porn titles...than pulitzer prize winners...but hey...it's my fuck'n story...so sue me if yer called about by yer real name in my flick...dick!

in the mean time...here's the list of my all time fav top 10 high school melodrama's that'll help you create yer very own million dollar box office smash hit you can start penn'n today and skip all that useless therapy

#10 even though this was originally released way back in the year 1982...
is the saturated punk classic with a hideous theme song by one Alice Cooper (that's pretty much a  pooper) but it has all the key elements of the rough and tough tales of survive'n the inner city schools...starr'n 80's hot daddy Perry King as the hot-to-trot teacher teacher and 50's ferry Roddy McDowall...if that ain't enough to scare the shit outta ya...
then Michael Fox (before the J) in his pseudo Dorothy Hamill do...will do...i swear it!

#9 sometimes bein' teachers pet is just not worth the complete hassle...
is all about the easily accessible non verbal world of titillation at yer finger tips these days...this dark tale of on-line chitter chatter...turns the table...and the fable...about a lil red hood and the big bad dirty mined wolf of a teacher

#8 live'n in some peaceful burbsville ain't all what it's cracked up to be...
is filmed in the backdrop of the 1970's...picture it...ABBA is everywhere and yer bein' brought up in an overly protective and religious household...(i can't even imagine)...but you can when you check out this brilliant dark drama starr'n a young Kristen Dunst...Kathleen Turner...James Woods
 and Minnesota's very own heart throb Josh Hartnett

#7 well beyond my blissless graduational years...the sleeper hit of 2001
made me wish i was back in high school fer just one more year and take the swim coach up on his offer to help beat his "erasers" after class...a quirky flick starr'n neo emo Thora Birch as Enid and her BFF...a very young starlett Miss Scarlett Johansson as Rebecca and her next door nerdy neighbor Steve Buscemi as Seymour...Enid can't graduate without her art class...but gets classed in art by Seymour...all while become'n the teachers fav-o-rit pet

#6 not everyone feels the need to feel pretty in pearls and perfume
the 1st of my 2 pix fer best high school flix by the ever talentedly beautiful Winona Ryder...as Dinky with her antisocial attitude in check...and the odd ball out amongst her peers...she anxiously awaits the arrival of her birth mother that she thinks abandoned her as a baby...while build'n her ark of misfit animals

#5 "plug it up...plug it up..."plug it up"...hey...do i need to say anymore?
experiences way more than she can handle...as if that first time when "flo comes to town" ain't hard enough...if this De Palma classic with Miss Spacek as the telekinetic teenage terror taught me a thing or two about high school is...is that you NEVER EVER fuck with the quiet ones...PERIOD!
ps...SPOILER ALERT...FUCK THE REMAKE and save yer money...i'da rather stuck tooth pix in my toenails thEn try and watch this waste of refried crap on a bagel to the end!

#4 how a total crush can really totally crush you to a pile of pathetic bits
from 1996...being a middle child is never easy...but bein a middle Weiner completely sux ass...especially when yer stuck between a nerdy dweeb fer an older brother and perky C-U-Next-Time fer a lil sister...but Dawn manages to find a purpose fer all those electrical circuits rage'n thru her fresh nubile body 

#3 what teenager doesn't feel like their life is fuck'd over?
starr'n Christina Applegate as Sue Ellen thinks her last summer before graduation is a free fer all when her mom decides to take a trip down under...only to find out her mother hired a nanny cam marinate'n in ben-gay and orthopedics to keep the clan in check and she ends up have'n to raise her younger sibs on petty cash and pizza while juggle'n a career in fashion

#2 try'na be the most popular pupil can turn out to be totally deadly...
is a fairly unknown black comedy masterpiece in my mind...
filmed in my very state of the Purple Paisley yoda himself...(RIP)
stars a slue of cool funny brassy bold broads from Alley to Ellen...Denise to Dunst...tell'n the tale of a bevy of mid-western wanna-be beauty queens vy'n fer that ultimate meal ticket to become'n the town tramp...i mean to wear that coveted crown of diamelles molest'n yer aqua-netted head at the open'n of all those new rest stops and "back room movie theaters" and not lett'n anyone step in yer way...or on yer culottes...that you hand stitched from the buttermilk pattern #45 in yer grannies collection

#1 "fuck me gently with a chainsaw...do i look like Mother Teresa?"
my 2nd and ULTIMATE high school trama drama by Miss Winona Ryder as Veronica Chandler and high school hard-on Christian Slater as the incredibly hot psycho JD...this masterpiece was a completely ripped off road map fer the movie "Mean Girls"...about how to deal with peer pressure and pansy asses...litter'd in classic one liners from beginn'n to end 

for a lil extra credit...i even got one fer those drop-outs
a prequel to the gloriously slap-stick'n series than ran fer 3 hysterical seasons on Comedy Central spoof'n the after school specials of the 80's...
centered around Carrie Bradshaw's publicist in that one series that escapes me at the ,moment...this is the story about a Jerri Blank...junkie whore runaway who dropped outta school 32 years ago...who was a boozer...a looser and a user...but goes back to school as a 46 year old freshman to pick up right where she left off

so there ya have it kittens...don't try to remake history...just make it!
now shake a tale feather 
and get off my dress!