Showing posts with label INSTAGRAM. Show all posts
Showing posts with label INSTAGRAM. Show all posts

Monday, May 25, 2020

DICKSTRACTION ACTION

when you desperately need to "distract" the masses with lobotomized
asses...cuz yer poles numbers are sink'n faster than yer morals...leave it to our unfortunate morbidly obese (thanx fer that Nancy) mentally deranged lie'n corrupt bloated sack of orange pig shit with the cottage cheesed ass...to act like a lil bitch...all cuz of PRESIDENT OBAMA's articulate and positive graduation speech last week fer the class of 2020 that garnered more neilsen rate'ns than any of his rallies from his destructive reign of terror over the past almost 4 years

i was completely worn out by all his BS and decided to distract myself with
my well worn out copy of the greatest hits by Heather Lockier to help lift my spirits...since my cabinet was currently outta those "special" spirits...
BUTT of course...it wasn't happen'n!

luckily fer you kittens...i'm gonna dickstract you with somethin just a lil
more eye popp'n than political poetry this week!

almost 3 months into lockdown now and i was rack'n my brains as to who
would be thee most interest'n person on the planet to distract yer dismal minds in these desperate times and take part in another interview that i haven't conducted in some time now...here at the orafices of GET OFF MY DRESS! i wanted it to be with someone who's been affected by the current state we're live'n in...so i tossed out a bucket of chum into the unisver to see who would bite..and much to my surprise...it was a nice unexpected surprise!
i tried gett'n in touch with TARA READE...but i didn't wanna touch her with anyone’s 10 foot pole
and i completely had fergotten that FARRAH FAWCETT was no longer with us

so i was beyond elated when i got a response back from the star of such
sinfully saucy classics like L.A. CRUISING...
and was absolutely riveted by the hard hitt'n action in COCK HAMMER

you got it kittens...today i'm sitt'n down with the deliciously delectable
throat plunge’n legend himself...TEX DAVIDSON

thanx a mill fer return'n my call TEX...so lets just dive right in...shall we? how were you discovered to go under the covers as an adult entertainer?
i was discovered on FACEBOOK actually
CHI CHI LARUE reached out as well as CHRIS CRISCO to whom became my manager for a short time before i started getting my own gigs

with all yer throngs of thongs you've destroyed thru-out yer illustrious career...what made you decide to hang up yer jock strap fer good?
the reason i left the industry was it was time, why not leave while you're on top! some of these guys make it a career. i had bigger plans for myself.

somehow i ended up follow'n you on twitter a while back...i'll admit it...it's yer eyes...they're like tractor beams...you were the death star...and i was the millenium falcon pulled in with no way to escape so i twatted you the day i found out you were outta comish cuz you contracted the current dreadful disease...so in yer own words...can you tell my savvry stalkers that follow me thru-out the planet about yer experience with the COVID?
my experience with COVID, lets just say it's not fun, it's something to take very seriously. i am not out of the woods yet. it's lonely. i was hopitalized for almost a week and a half with no visitors and only allowed to see the nurses 3 times a day and 3 times a night.
luckily my family and friends facetimed me to help me stay positive, no pun! after i was released from the hospital i now have to be quarentined for 14 days before i get tested again and hopefully test negative.
i experienced a seizure as well as a stroke, the doctors could not do my MRI or the EEG to figure out if those were related to the COVID. once i tested negative i will be able to proceed with the MRI and EEG so please take every precaution to stay safe. just because states are reopening doesn't mean this is all over

well...i think it's safe to say...that if TEX DAVIDSON tells you this COVID ain't nothin' to fuck around with...you outta listen kitten and speak'n of not fuck'n around anymore...now that yer outta the adult entertainment world can you tell us a lil bit about yer new adventure into the world of design?
my new adventure in the design world has always been a dream of mine and in just one phone call my dreams had come true. i moved to Dallas and i work for a great design firm and i am building my name up and branding myself to become one of Dallas's Designers.
my company is not only a design firm but we also stage luxury multi million dollar homes for the real estate industry

now we've come to the part of the interview i like to call "can we talk about ME fer a change?" basically TEX...you can ask me ANYTHING you want under the rainbow you want to know about a complete random stranger like myself (well...except about rainbows...cuz that's just fuck'n lazy journalism)
what's the craziest thing you want to do when this pandemic is over?

well...though i'm known as a bit of a "tooth chipper" in town myself  TEX
i think i'm gonna treat myself with my COVID cash and take the TEX challenge by goin fer a ride on yer replica...WHY NOT! (insert evil grin here) if you wanna feel the TEX experience all up in yer cavernous cornhole yerself...order his thick throat plunger fer yer very own pleasure here  among many other must have TEX DAVIDSON products...maybe even splurge as gifts fer friends...family...or even granny (if her time clock is still tick’n)

i wanna thank the ever incredible legendary TEX DAVIDSON fer take'n
 time outta his quarentined quarters to shoot the shit with me...and wanna wish you a complete speedy recovery along with best wishes on yer new adventures in the world of design...if yer a twatter...follow TEX on twitter @ https://twitter.com/texdavidsonxxx?lang=en
now GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, November 20, 2017

oh BOY...BINGO!

so there i was last weekend...count'n my ABC's...and try'na catalogue
my STD's...at a very highly intense game of "where's my metamucil martini?" with a bunch of eye sore dress'n Ben-Gay beauties and my really really REALLY good close friend...oh shit...what's her name again?
hmmm...wait...gimme a minute...it's on the tip of my tongue (really good friend...known each other fer years...owns her own biz)...UGH...dammit it all to H-E-double hockey stix...Vanna...i'd like to buy a vowel please...can i get a Y?
well what in the sam hell?...oh well...once the metamucil martini kicks in...it'll come to me...so anywho'zll'ding...so there we were...me and my non dick slapp'n sidekick that i had just kidnapped fer the day from River Falls, WI...a foreign country...to me...sweat'n it out like a bunch of banshee's in Belize...play'n regular BINGO...
when all of sudden they called my fav-o-rit number fer the win...YES YES YES...165 BIG ONES...ALL MINE...i was completely shocked...after all the 10's of 1's i had spent...from what had seemed like eons...well was really only a couple of weeks total over the past 3 years of play'n with my cuz...but wouldn't ya know it...my world would completely shatter
when 2 other blue rinse bitches would have to ruin my dream of own'n my very own high priced hooker fer an out call fer the next 60 minutes...by popp'n in their jell-O chompers and screetch'n B-I-N-G-O!
CURSES!!!
but i digress undress!
as i took that long forlornly pissed off walk thru the park'n lot to my busted out shit mobile...my cell phone trilogy of terror...informed me of a personal text in my instagram account that i rarely ever check...the follow'n is thee actual conversation that occurred a couple of weeks back :
at first i was like...ya right...why are YOU contact'n ME thru instagram?
then i thought...waid'a'minute...WHY NOT? but this was no ordinary stalker i hadda deal with kittens cuz this HIGH PROFILE stalker was thee biggest i've ever come in contact with
(and i don't mean that in a narcotic sorta way...you damn finger pointers)
WOW...just WOW!
i hadda do all i could do to keep the giddy natives in the deepest corners of my empty soul from escape'n and goin all turrets on myself as i was ready to go center stage dur'in my car concert
with the latest BETH DITTO cd (ps...if you haven't...you must...it's sooo good!)...so i calmed my tits down fer a minute breath'n in and out and opened like a lotus flower...while chant'n nam myoho renge kyo...as i waited patiently fer his reply
i thought...hmmm...yea could'a at least threw my a complimentary bone MISTER SISTER...with all the damn benjamins i doled out to travel the corners of the globe in cognito to just getta glipse of  ya since you've been like my POP GODDESS since 1982...but anywho'z'll'ding...so BOY's reach'n out to MEEEE fer a "confidential" project...that is too big fer his own mgr?...this was GIGANTOR!!...this was better than winn'n anything at BINGO...the POWERBALL...
this even beats out front row tickets to CHER's colonic!
so of course i hadda play it off r-e-a-l cool cucumber and all without...you know... look'n like i really had time to deal with him or his secret affairs
i thought...maybe he needed a new make-up artist?...or maybe...he heard me lyp sync on stage once and wanted to record a duet?...or maybe...just maybe...
he wanted me to play him at the revival of TABOO?...who knew!
so i knew at this point...it was time to write my resignation letter and pack up my past...cuz when a superstar with his background says he needs somethin' done...you don't ask what it is...you just do it!
hmmm...hold up...waid'a'minute...let me put some grove in it!...a mega force of nature like BOY...
want'n lil ol' me to pull off some Boris and Natasha bullshit in the middle of the nite...so his mgr doesn't find out?...uh huh...somethin' don't smell right...but i was still intrigued enough to believe this was actually a genuine request that would most likely never transpire...but just in case...like a good falter'n catholic that doubles down at his or hers death bed in the off chance all those CASPER crusaders were right...i still believed...just'a bit...(hey...can ya blame me?)
i anxiously awaited his response with tuna on my breath...(keep yer mind outta the gutter) but of course...i hadda put in my 2 cents worth...ya know...just so i don't look like a complete A double snakes if this ain't the real deal
well by now i was quite sure...if this was ACTUALLY BOY contact'n me...it was a mistake...cuz he knows i'm well worth MORE than 20%...so i figered he had put just a lil too much Imodium AD in his earl grey tea...and hit me by mistake (i was crushed)...but i thought.on the OFF CHANCE it's not...i might as well give'm my digits...it ain't gonna hurt none
and so i did...
turns out...it was just some damn hacker that created a fake BOY account...if i ACTUALLY looked closer at the instagram header...i'da figered it out...(this is BOY's actual account if you wanna follow him...why not!) so of course my dream of gett'n outta this shithole and gett'n on OPRAH was shattered...what else is knew?
BUTT...
since we're on the subject of jokes...if yer look'n to purchase lil ol' me a lil quazi consolation christmas prezzie to soften my utter fantastical humiliation...
you can do that HERE...(PEETRINELLA...i'm just say'n...christmas is around the corner and you don't wanna suffer the same xmas fate as yer lovely sis...do you?)
but before i go...BOY...if yer read'n this (and i know you are) FYI...i'm still wait'n on that blog interview...kisses QUEEN!

now get off my dress!