Showing posts with label RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK. Show all posts

Monday, September 5, 2022

SHAKE'N YER MONEY MAKERS

picture it kittens the year was 1981 and everyone's fav-o-rit swash buckler
from the 70's turned in his falcon boots and his blaster fer a whip and a pair of under stated carharts in search fer untold treasures make'n fans run like mad to the theaters...dominate'n the box office with the adventurous ride in "RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK"

DOLLY PARTON had roped in the radio stations fer the number one spot
fer 2 weeks in february of that year with her huge "voice" on a lil ditty she strummed up on her acrylic nails that would end up as the theme song to her act'n debut in "9 to 5" which also became her first and only #1 single on the billboard hot 100 

a little added bonus of useless information to stick in the back of yer brain
did you know only 3 months later in may of '81 that scottish song bird SHEENA EASTON also had hit the #1 spot fer 2 straight weeks on the billboard's hot 100 with the same titled song however to not confuse the kittens that tracked the charts in their fav-o-rit rock magazines...SHEENA decided to change the title and spell out the numbers in parentheses fer "MORNING TRAIN" (NINE TO FIVE)" also not to confuse the hollyweird foreign press and AMA judges durin' vote'n season (neither of which even bothered to nominate her that year...basturds!)

millions were rock'n in their lazy boy's with plush interior choke'n down
jiffy pop then quench'n their thirst slurp'n on a can of chemically enhanced fruit flavored shasta (with 10% real juice) while glued to their zenith console with swivel capability ever since someone shot JR in 1980 cause'n a global phenomenon and make'n it the #1 series the follow'n year where they cemented themselves as the very 1st tv show to coin the phrase "cliffhanger"

and i was just in my 10th year durin' the summer of '81 camp'n out at the 
Cudahy's down the road from our farm where i used to live when the dad Hunt woke me and his son Patrick up to watch thee event of the summer along with their 3 dogs...well i'm here to tell you i bought into it all kittens...the whole entire royal wedd'n fuck'n fairytale...hook line and stinker...become'n utterly fascinated and forever in love with LADY DIANA SPENCER fer some strange metaphysical reason...however...i wasn't the only one on the planet who tuned in
BUTT (i knew you were wait'n fer it)

16 years later this ferry's tale would be snuffed out in minutes after visit'n
some downtown homo drink'n hole in '97 when i was accosted by 2 snarky and not so put together queens on the dance floor who proceeded to tell me in their best inebriated voices that the PRINCESS was dead and of course my mind immediately went to the rebel alliance's fearless leader from Allderaan so i rushed home to see what had happened

unfortunately...i was completely shocked that this wasn't about Leia at all
after years of the relentless paparazzi hunt'n DIANA down 24/7 before...durin' and even more so after she divorced herself from that slither'n floppy eared royal pain the pancaked A double snakes just to get that perfect snap to sell her soul to the highest bidder...she sadly would end up eat'n it in the underpass of the Place de l'Alma in Paris on aug. 31st at only 36 years old

i couldn't believe that DIANA was gone and yes i am well aware that i've  
never had nor probably never would've gotten the distinct pleasure of meet'n her in ANY sorta formal or informal sett'n fer that matter like millions of others...nonetheless...i found it absolutely unsettle'n and completely appall'n how she had been hounded like a hunt'n fox fer years...DIANA had touched millions like myself thru-out the globe bein the PEOPLE's PRINCESS and though bein the unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe that i am...i myself understand on a much less greater scale of course the need fer privacy

i had called in sick to 2 of my 3 part time jobs i was work'n at at the time
and by the time my birthday had rolled around on sept 6th it was the day PRINCESS DIANA would be laid to rest only in a manner befitt'n someone of her global stature and impact fer the whole world to witness

my only solace durin' this grief-stricken period thru-out the entire globe
was when my good friend FAEDRE who knew of my fascination with the PRINCESS OF WALES had just left her position at some uptown travel gift store however not before leave'n without a purple PRINCESS DIANA beanie baby as a part'n gift fer me that i have cherished and carried with me ever since...though many callous cuntruffle's at the time just scoped them up fer profit to sell fer ungodly amounts on ebay years later

ELTON JOHN of course re-released a stunn'n remake of his tribute to 
the legendary MARILYN MONROE with "CANDLE IN THE WIND (GOODBYE ENGLAND'S ROSE)" the reworked lyrics were a masterpiece in itself and of course never one to miss an opportunity to make a few extra fans while earn'n a few extra bucks he released a second track on the cd...why not!

how low do you have to go to profit off yer supposed friends death gurl?
ain't it bad enough how the paps profited off her fer the past 16 years? it's downright appall'n what people will do to profit off the pain of others...there's no dignity or respect fer those who've left us anymore...everyone just see's dollar signs fer the dead!

with that said...it has now been 25 years this week since the PEOPLE'S
PRINCESS has graced us with her unapologetic compassion fer others less fortunate...her breath take'n elegant beauty and her flirtatious witty charm who was extinguished way before her time in whatever conspiracy theory that you wanna believe in that caused her unfortunate demise

though as sad as it still stings me after all these years of DIANA no longer
with us...compassion...beauty and charm just don't pay the bills like they used to...so i'm throw'n in a commemorative DIANA issue from my KRYSTAL KLEER KOLLECTION with purchase which comes from a lovely smoke free shithole and untouched by filthy vermin's plus this HIGHLY RARE beanie baby made from roughly hundreds of thousands still has all it's original fuck'n tags attached...both in spearmint condition...so how about we start the bidd'n at 50 thousand dollars...do i hear 100? (email me yer best offer: irisheyes3313@gmail.com) 
ps...if you bid within the next 24 hours i'll also include this beautifully etched faux gold framed picture of 70's game show host BOB EUBANKS (that i got when the dollar store was actually a damn dollar) which i will personally sign and also include yer fav-o-rit inspirational quote from BOB EUBANKS (fer an extra $10 of course) but i'll gladly wave the shipp'n and handle'n fee (frame not included) voided where prohibited!
now GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, August 10, 2020

LOST IN TRANSATLANTICLATION

picture it kittens...it's the summer of 1981 and Miss Clariol shade #86 ultra burnt out...the one hitter wonder KIM KARNES was fly'n up the charts
with her melodic tribute to the silver screen goddess that sounded like she’d been gargle’n on lighter fluid in the studio

Harrison Ford had turned in his growl'n sidekick and the millenium falcon
steal'n the big screen receipts as the treasure hunt'n daddy in a weathered leathered hat and match'n whip...search'n the nazi infested desert fer the golden box of lost souls in "THE RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK"

while George Jefferson and Helen Willis were move'n on up in the wildly
popular pre-BLM series "THE JEFFESON'S" on the small screen

and i was absolutely glued to the tv watch'n the royal wedd'n at my friend
Pat Cudahay's farm down the road from our farm on wednesday july 29th...as the pre-unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe...at the tender and supple age of 10...starr'n the beautifully enchant’n Princess Diana Spencer and the future follically fuck’d Prince Charles of Wales...absolutely in awe of not only Princess Diana's insane beauty and an even insaner train...but cuz it was take'n place in a land far far away that i had never heard of but desperately knew i wanted to go to someday so i could play with her tiara and tantrums

well...roughly 13 years would pass and by 1995...i would take that plunge
all by myself  by save'n up a boat load of benajamins from sell'n pencils in the park...turn'n em into shiny shillin's and book'n a room along the THAMES river at the conrad hilton...where another one of my worlds of wonder filmed his number 1 ditty that played in heavy rotation back in 1983...in hopes that i would have a chance meet'n with one (but hopefully bump into both) of my royalness's

since i was work'n for the hilton in the downtown Minne-Apple area...i had scored a sweet suite at a sweet price and after unpack'n my belongs...
i roamed around my palatial palace that was 10 times bigger than any shit box that i had ever crashed at...blown away that this was all mine fer the next 10 days..and came across not 1 but 2 tidy bowls in my powder room

i was a huge fan of the britsh series "ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS" thanx to
this guy Theo that worked with me back home and on closer inspection...i noticed that the one tidy bowl had roughly a 6 inch silver arm that had extended out from the tank and then i rememebred how Edie was obsessed with japanese culture in an episode...
and that i had that one pic of BOY dressed as a geisha girl from my star hits magazine in the 80's...so i just surmised japanese influences in britsh culture extended way beyond the runways of London's Fashion Week

well kittens...bein' the beauty school drop out that i was...i had assumed 
that after push'n in the lever and notice'n the water spray out like a drink'n foundtain (ummm keep yer finger of judgement to yerself) i DID NOT slurp on it like a kitten to a saucer of milk...OH CHER NO!...i merely presumed that this was some sorta fancy japanese way to rinse off yer teeth off after brush'n them from a vomitous nite out cuz you couldn't garner enough strength to make it in an upright position by the sink

so of course the mates i met at the bar on my 3rd nite out hadda good
laugh at my expense when i told them about my fancy schmancy teeth clean'n tidy bowl...all i gotta say is...i am ever so grateful that the brits don't use urinal mints to clean their shitters!
BUTT...of course...it doesn't end there

after 4 days at the condrad and 3 that were spent clean'n my pearly whites
in the loo...i decided to run as far away as i could from my utter embarassment and checked into a smaller yet quaint lil hostel on the other side of town that i ended up share'n with 3 roomates who wouldn't teach me a thing about british culture at all...well...cuz they were there study'n it themselves from the middle east and only one of my roomies spoke barely there broken english

i recall ask'n the hot front desk chap if he could give me directions to my
dignity...i mean my fav-o-rit place on earth and once we stepped outside to flag down a taxi...he asked me point blank "you bum me a fag man?"

i was a bit take'n by surprise...was this hot-to-trot some sorta psychic? 
how in the sam H-E-double hockey stix did he know i could tie his weine in a granny knot...with my tongue?

he asked me again...and then realized i wasn't catch'n on so he made
 the universal motion to light'n one up to which i figered out was a cigarette so i cautiously replyed "hey...i can find somethin' dirtier to stick in my mouth besides the ass of a cigarette" (he slowly meandered back inside)

i would also learn over the remainder of my eye open'n british invasion
that elevators were simply lifts...bathrooms were loos...apartments were flats...chips were french fries...bein' pissed is just a call'n card to the Betty Ford clinic and CUNT is a term of endearment

OMG...ps...call it the luck of the irish (which we both are) or whatever...
i almost fergot the purpose of said vaca...though i never had a DIANA site'n...the nite before i was to head back to the states...i came across a flier at Virgin Records say'n Boy George would be at the RAW club...so of course i was higher than any heroin addicted hussie and scampered on down in my new Dexy Midnite Runner jumper and ended up dance'n next to him (by absolute shere cowinky dink of course) as he told a gaggle of rabid stalkers begg'n fer his signature on his latest single we all had purchased to "FUCK OFF...I'M WORK'N"
(and that is a direct quote)
 
as he was the DJ instead of the live entertainment and dur'in one of his mini breaks from spinn'n...he asked me where i was from and i simply replied "from Minneapolis" to which he stated "i been there before...it's a bit cold idn't it?" (another direct quote) i nearly died!

cuz i had just blew chuncks all over his shoes at First Ave the winter 
before when he was perform'n live...support'n his brillaintly penned rocky pop album "CHEAPNESS AND BEAUTY" after i got not so graciously pissed from the multiple cocktails i had consumed all cuz of the twisted mgr from the GAY 90's bar who wanted me to "slob on his nob" in the loo before he would take me backstage to meet BOY...
even though i had won the tickets and his autobiography "TAKE IT LIKE A MAN" fair and square and was told that BOY would sign them fer me backstage...oh well!

i would eventually get to fulfill my life's destiny many times over since...
meet'n BOY on numerous random occasions...so cheerio mate...
now GET OFF MY DRESS!