THIS is a great story about Jerry from Grey Gardens. He disappeared but was recently discovered in time to see his likeness portrayed on stage.
Really cool story.
Thanks Juelz!
Grey Gardens is on the Sundance Channel tonight!!
Monday, November 19, 2007
The Marble Faun
THIS is a great story about Jerry from Grey Gardens. He disappeared but was recently discovered in time to see his likeness portrayed on stage.
Really cool story.
Thanks Juelz!
Grey Gardens is on the Sundance Channel tonight!!
FULL BLOUSE
Hello,
It has recently been brought to my attention by a long time reader, that this blog is very dude-centric. I mean, let’s face it, it’s a dude party….for dudes, by dudes.
This reader mentioned that it might do us some good to have some female genitalia around, and frankly, I couldn’t agree more. It might be nice to have a feminine touch around here.
And what better way to add a feminine touch, then receiving advice on how to get females to touch us!!
Soooooooooo, it is with great pleasure that I introduce you to our new advice columnist Babs Saget (pronounced Sagg-ayye). She will be answering all of your coitus queries, plus other stuff like fashion faux-pas, work-related worries, dating dilemmas, and just about anything you can throw at her, in her new advice column, Full Blouse. (but throw gently, remember, she’s a girl)
And ladies, don’t be scared to ask questions as well. Word on the street is that her office door opens both ways, if you know what I’m saying, and I hear her receptionist stays busy.
Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you.....
Babs Saget
Hello Beaglers:
I have gone through many difficult journeys in this game called life. Born in sunny Sarasota in the early 1970's to the affluent Saget family (my father invented the push-up bra), I was once a great beauty (see above), oozing sexuality like a nude stripper at a Minnesota soda pop club. However, the footloose and fancy free anal sex laden days of my youth broke forth unto a life of depravity and a meth and crack cocaine addiction, that in 1993, found me nearly comatose in a puddle of my own chunky vomit on the cold bathroom floor at a popular discotheque off of South Street, Philadelphia.
The bouncer of the club, a muscle-bound chocolate hunk of a man by the name of DelVohn, is responsible for pulling me off of that bathroom floor and putting me where I really belonged - on The Street. You see, DelVohn was also a hustlin pimp, and incidentally, my first husband. Most of my days in the mid to late 90's were spent giving $20 blow jobs on the corner of 57th and Pentridge in the Kingsessing section of the city. Those were the happiest days. DelVohn and I would hump in the backseat of his Nissan Stanza and listen to "You Remind Me of Something" by R Kelly. Sometimes one of our neighbors, a hairy Pakistani girl (whose armpits smelled of curry) by the name of Suji would join as well. One day in 2002 a John got particularly rough with me outside of the McDonalds at 29th and Grays Ferry Ave while his friend was ordering Mcnuggets inside (I later found out the friend was ODB). I told DelVohn about the John and he went crazy. He found the guy working a desk job at UPS down on Oregon Ave, and he shot him in the face with his Glock 9. DelVohn got locked up. So me and Suji started our own mail order bride business with all of her contacts back in Pakistan. We started making lots of money and we moved to a really nice house together in Feltonville. The success of the business left Suji and I in a state of euphoria never before known, and thats when Suji and I fell in love. We didnt know what to do with all of the money so we started using again. Blow, meth, whatever we could get our hands on (Jenkem too). I started having an affair with Rory, a young Polish exchange Temple student and part-time dealer. Suji tried to strangle me in my sleep when she found pictures of me and Rory riding each other while riding Batman at Six Flags. Suji and I became estranged and I lost my stake in the business. Rory and I moved in together. We got married on his 19th birthday. In 2005 I finally kicked the drugs by attending Crystal Meth Task Force meetings, but all those years of using still left me looking like this (see above). Rory got locked up 6 months ago on felony possession and I started working at the Home Depot on Delaware Avenue watering houseplants in the nursery.
Beaglers, I've seen it all. I hope that through these experiences I can help provide guidance for your own stormy lives. Plus, the more questions you send the more I get paid, and I promise I wont use it for dope, I'm starting a slush fund for me and Rory when he gets out so we can move back to Sarasota and start a flavored handi-wipe empire (we already have the patent).
Yours Truly,
BS
Send your questions here: denton_dawg@yahoo.com
Subject line: Full Blouse
or leave them in the comments box.
They will be answered in the order received.
Thanks.
It has recently been brought to my attention by a long time reader, that this blog is very dude-centric. I mean, let’s face it, it’s a dude party….for dudes, by dudes.
This reader mentioned that it might do us some good to have some female genitalia around, and frankly, I couldn’t agree more. It might be nice to have a feminine touch around here.
And what better way to add a feminine touch, then receiving advice on how to get females to touch us!!
Soooooooooo, it is with great pleasure that I introduce you to our new advice columnist Babs Saget (pronounced Sagg-ayye). She will be answering all of your coitus queries, plus other stuff like fashion faux-pas, work-related worries, dating dilemmas, and just about anything you can throw at her, in her new advice column, Full Blouse. (but throw gently, remember, she’s a girl)
And ladies, don’t be scared to ask questions as well. Word on the street is that her office door opens both ways, if you know what I’m saying, and I hear her receptionist stays busy.
Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you.....
Babs Saget
Hello Beaglers:
I have gone through many difficult journeys in this game called life. Born in sunny Sarasota in the early 1970's to the affluent Saget family (my father invented the push-up bra), I was once a great beauty (see above), oozing sexuality like a nude stripper at a Minnesota soda pop club. However, the footloose and fancy free anal sex laden days of my youth broke forth unto a life of depravity and a meth and crack cocaine addiction, that in 1993, found me nearly comatose in a puddle of my own chunky vomit on the cold bathroom floor at a popular discotheque off of South Street, Philadelphia.
The bouncer of the club, a muscle-bound chocolate hunk of a man by the name of DelVohn, is responsible for pulling me off of that bathroom floor and putting me where I really belonged - on The Street. You see, DelVohn was also a hustlin pimp, and incidentally, my first husband. Most of my days in the mid to late 90's were spent giving $20 blow jobs on the corner of 57th and Pentridge in the Kingsessing section of the city. Those were the happiest days. DelVohn and I would hump in the backseat of his Nissan Stanza and listen to "You Remind Me of Something" by R Kelly. Sometimes one of our neighbors, a hairy Pakistani girl (whose armpits smelled of curry) by the name of Suji would join as well. One day in 2002 a John got particularly rough with me outside of the McDonalds at 29th and Grays Ferry Ave while his friend was ordering Mcnuggets inside (I later found out the friend was ODB). I told DelVohn about the John and he went crazy. He found the guy working a desk job at UPS down on Oregon Ave, and he shot him in the face with his Glock 9. DelVohn got locked up. So me and Suji started our own mail order bride business with all of her contacts back in Pakistan. We started making lots of money and we moved to a really nice house together in Feltonville. The success of the business left Suji and I in a state of euphoria never before known, and thats when Suji and I fell in love. We didnt know what to do with all of the money so we started using again. Blow, meth, whatever we could get our hands on (Jenkem too). I started having an affair with Rory, a young Polish exchange Temple student and part-time dealer. Suji tried to strangle me in my sleep when she found pictures of me and Rory riding each other while riding Batman at Six Flags. Suji and I became estranged and I lost my stake in the business. Rory and I moved in together. We got married on his 19th birthday. In 2005 I finally kicked the drugs by attending Crystal Meth Task Force meetings, but all those years of using still left me looking like this (see above). Rory got locked up 6 months ago on felony possession and I started working at the Home Depot on Delaware Avenue watering houseplants in the nursery.
Beaglers, I've seen it all. I hope that through these experiences I can help provide guidance for your own stormy lives. Plus, the more questions you send the more I get paid, and I promise I wont use it for dope, I'm starting a slush fund for me and Rory when he gets out so we can move back to Sarasota and start a flavored handi-wipe empire (we already have the patent).
Yours Truly,
BS
Send your questions here: denton_dawg@yahoo.com
Subject line: Full Blouse
or leave them in the comments box.
They will be answered in the order received.
Thanks.
Dope Shit
Dope Shit is a throw back this week. A little more Siedah Garrett for ya on the Dennis Edwards track, "Don't Look Any Further".
The video is so awesome it cracks me up...
Which was sampled for:
Found this along the way:
Enjoy
The video is so awesome it cracks me up...
Which was sampled for:
Found this along the way:
Enjoy
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