I have it on good faith that Suffy-poo breeds donkeys with Beatles type hair on purpose.



And she's a vacay hound.

I also have a photo of her with a man.





YES.

ror !!


btw..where the hell is Franny

The new meat who just blew in.


She is not related in any way to the Belmonts ( who, by the by...are wonderful people.)She's new money.

And she lies.

Geeker,I said she left me ...again.

Isn't she yukking it up with you on FF Book?

No yukking..not even from Sighty Poo

Really?

She hasn't been very active either.



They must be conspiring to do something bad.

There goes my short lived era of good feeling.

Toss EasyBake into that mix.

Where would we be without the hot tamale,Gooey?

God...no sooner I said and---ppphhhtt!!

That's 4 now.

They're plotting to kill me.



Cat-Girl-Do and Honula are also in on it. That makes 6.






Phooey.

What is charisma?

I think we need another Waits song.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KX4apvTdvzE



Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display
Your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you
Calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
Take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you,
You light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one,
But we've never met,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
And it being late, you'd like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you,
And you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split,
The chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you,
You're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
Guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

Waits has been spending too many nights at the Cheap Whiskey Dancer Bar.

ycharleenaustinl




Oh my God.

AngelSita



Make it stop.

It's that time again.


Hop into bed you little fucl<ers.

Goodnightypoo-kins.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qjo15n0mGU

I love chopping Paul's head off....wish he'd post more.

Is the Canadian Mile over??

What are we making?

I know you served up that softball as a piece offering.