Swept under the rug,
Ancient velvet history,
Dust to make you sneeze.
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The above photo is from what is, quite possibly, the best three seconds of television I've ever seen. If you haven't been watching the CMT reality series Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team, I highly recommend it and all reruns. Trust me, there is no reality show that tackles its subjects (in this case, "true athletes") with more wicked sincerity and gratuitous irony than this one right here. You will witness verbal lashings of extremely healthy women and their 1% lack of tone (Trainer: "The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders do NOT HAVE girls that BIG!!"), the horrors of too much eye makeup, the underlying importance of a high kick, and lessons in being more "gracious and fun" on field trips to frozen margarita bars as taught by "this book you should read by Jackie Onassis."
You will laugh, you will cry. You will learn how necessary it is to put the squad before your 7 year-old daughter ("she said she was serious about this team!"). Most importantly, though, you will be entertained like you've never been entertained before.
Click here for more information and show times. This is comedy gold, people, and the woman above is my new hero.
The stuff of nightmares...
Purple Pie Man stealing souls.
Eighties childhood dream.
Twisted. Contorted.
Interested in pogo.
She's always boring.
Red leather mini
Riding up newly tanned thighs
What I wear for love
Welcome back Verbose!
I missed you in my coma.
Awake and dreaming.
Hi everybody. We've been gone awhile, and now we're back. Rested/invigorated/enchanted. There was a capful of rain, hidden tropical waterfalls, and spurts of minor urban spelunking. There were random parties and ecstatic chit chats with other lonesome souls. Sometimes photos were taken. Sometimes words were written (for others to speak). Now, here we are. Again. Alert and loud! We want to scream. And sing. And laugh. Smirk/sigh/sneeze/spit. Live live LIVE in New York and the world at large. Bless.
We will write words. We will take photos. We will share our broken hearts and mended minds and sometimes cacophonous rantings on everything and nothing and something in between. Stick around if you'd like. We're sure glad to have you.
Wanna play Scrabble?
