Showing posts with label WINONA RYDER. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WINONA RYDER. Show all posts

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!

Sunday, May 6, 2018

NEW MEXICOMA pt.1

it had been some time since i decided to take a long ass pilgrimage
to the other side of the planet...to a place i would seriously never ever even consider to visit in a million...if it weren't fer the wine expertise of my absofuckinlutely fantabulous aunt Shirley and her equally absofuckinlutely fantabulous daughter and my saucy celebrity bitten cuz Shelly (yes...she was THAT GIRL in the open'n scene of PURPLE RAIN...deal with it!...i am actually related to a piece of iconic cinamatic rock history...don't be jell-o kittens)

anywho'zll'ding...i was give'n my walk'n papers at work so i figered...eh!
why not!...so there i was...folded up like some cheaply used but stylishly conscious foreign suitcase...trapped in the center square of an overloaded bloated bitch of a U-haul...much like the first hook'n gold digger of the united states...i'm sooo sorry...i mean M-E-L-A-N-I-A (to her pile of mentally deranged pig shit) fer the next 24 fuck'n hours i would come to find out...with my grass fed brother Erin and my kickass nephew Evan
we took off from the beautifully painful picturesque city of WINONA, MN...famous fer 3 things:
the fact that WINONA RYDER was named after the town...true story...i read all about it in my teen beat magazine back in the mid late 80's...
the best kept unfranchised bakery in the entire fuck'n world...BLOEDOW'S..the maple long johns are simply to die fer i swear to jesus crist on a flakey graham cracker crust...
and of course...ME!...thee unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe

our destination vacation...Albuqurque, New Mexic...a foreign country
 well it might in the H-E-double hockey stix should be fer crimminy james...i felt like i was about to board the USS Enterprise and boldly goin where no unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of her own universe should ever go

after feverishly runn'n around all day try'n get myself together...
pack'n my bags with the must-have essentials... my body hugg'n unmentionables...
a tooth brush...to keep the shitter shine'n pearly white fer my aunt
 (she's a bit of a high maintenance kinda gal...but she's mine)
and a bottle of my best vintage cloroform jean nate after bath body splash...
to help lure a suitable contestant of course...to come on down...ON ME! (hey...don't judge..it cuts out all that worthless gibber gabber) plus...it's been like a 5 whole days...i've suffered enough! (ummm insert skittish laugh here)...the follow'n is the actual events that happened...

captain's blog...20:30 hrs central standard military time
there we were...off and runn'n...i knew i was already subconsciously regrett'n this trip
but to my credit...i made it a whole mile and half to the gas station...before my claustrophobic inclinations would kick in to high gear...and i would end up...ass up in the wind...ready to call it a nite...
hey...i can barely handle gett'n into my even'n gown (cuz you never know when yer gonna get snapped by the paps) just to drive to the grocery store...that's directly across the street from me!
2 minutes later i realized i had fergotten to pack my fav-o-rit highway heroin that i had already fergotten once...fer the 2nd time...so i sent in a request to my driver (formerly known as my grass fed brother who doesn't take requests) who said "2 tears in a bucket...mutha fuck it!...umm...esqueeze me...
BUTT...
do you not know who I AMMMMMM? (what does an unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of her own universe have to do around here to get a lil attention?)

captain's blog...01:45 hrs into the a.m. Ames, Iowa
by day 2 we had FINALLY reached our first colonic break...
(cuz i was seriously ready to make a family sized meatloaf for 4) 
otherwise known as cornhole country of the midwest kittens...only 4 hrs in...and already my boots weren't made fer walk'n any more cuz my hooves had swollen to the size of a water buffalo
as my brother filled the tank and snacked on his gluten free...taste free...cancer free...tofutti grass shit...my nephew stretched to check out how many swipes he had left on his tinder account
i on the other hand...needed to be pumped and dumped on aisle 7...i had zero desire to crawl back into that damn satanic monstrosity of a mobile...but unfortunately...i was out numbered

captain's blog...03:22 hrs into the a.m. Gretna, Nebraska
i knew we had had a rough time this winter...but it was a clear starlit sky and all of a sudden we seen christmas lights flash'n behind us...
well i'll be a monkey's uncle...ain't this some fuck'n Roscoe P Coltrane bullshit...apparently my brother had switched lanes without signal'n... 
even though it was really.the wind that was whipp'n him around like a Dorothy in a twister

as he approached my side of the vehicle...blind'n me with his fleshlight
i noticed his eyes almost immediately...though technically we only hadda give him the driver's ID...all of a sudden...i became a damsel who wanted to be under arrest...so i gave him mine with no hesitation...he confiscated all of our identification and after a few short minutes...returned...lett'n us go with just a warn'n
HEY...i know my rights!...i'm entitled to ONE PHONE CALL and a STRIP SEARCH...and i ain't got anyone i need'a call!

tune in next week fer the continuation of NEW MEXICOMA pt.2
now get off my dress!