OK, kids... I just noticed that a high percentage of my posts and journal entries have been distressingly sincere and well-intentioned. So enough of that!
What I'm about now is fun! Goofy good times, and pleasures of the flesh. It's all sybaritic soirees and balls-out bachanals with me now. And when it's not about fun, it's about being catty and mean. Heads up kids, because if you can't keep the party wagon rolling you can expect a vicious snark attack from yours truly. That's right, I'm fun and I'm mean, and mean in a fun way, and fun in a mean way, but never mean with my fun ways, and life's just a cabaret old chum so won't you come to the goddamn cabaret already? Sheesh. (Don't MAKE me ask twice, motherfucker. )
And speaking of cabarets, you had better be coming to the SG Chicago get-together and monster truck rally this Friday. (The ground's already SHAKIN', shakin', shakin'...)
What I'm about now is fun! Goofy good times, and pleasures of the flesh. It's all sybaritic soirees and balls-out bachanals with me now. And when it's not about fun, it's about being catty and mean. Heads up kids, because if you can't keep the party wagon rolling you can expect a vicious snark attack from yours truly. That's right, I'm fun and I'm mean, and mean in a fun way, and fun in a mean way, but never mean with my fun ways, and life's just a cabaret old chum so won't you come to the goddamn cabaret already? Sheesh. (Don't MAKE me ask twice, motherfucker. )
And speaking of cabarets, you had better be coming to the SG Chicago get-together and monster truck rally this Friday. (The ground's already SHAKIN', shakin', shakin'...)