Rader, you haven't had a new imaginary boyfriend since March 25th. What's up? Gettin' soft? (Pun intended)
I wanted to let Aaron and everyone else know that...
1) Nothing is wrong with me, despite the fact that I have not had a New Imaginary Boyfriend since March 25th. (Isn't Topher Grace WAY hot enough to keep around on the blog for more than a week??!?!)
2) There is a certain man in Boystown with a smile on his face and a painful yet satisfying, funny walk who will testify that, as of last night, I am not, "Gettin' soft."
3) As my Daddy's always says, "Paybacks are a bitch!"
That being said, may I present My New Imaginary Boyfriend...
The Pharaoh!
(Or more correctly, "The Pharaoh who stole Elizabeth Taylor's eye makeup from the movie CLEOPATRA!")
Hmmmm.... The Pharaoh looks so familiar to me.
Wasn't he in the Bailiwick Repertory Theatre's production of THE MOST FABULOUS STORY EVER TOLD a few years ago?
Nah, that was Aaron.
7 comments:
Ha! I remember seeing Aaron dressed like that...LIVE! Hee Hee!
Alanda - Isn't it fabulous?!?! I'm so glad I kept that image in my computer. Being a pack rat - - even an electronic pack rat - - sometimes has it's advantages!!!
Dear horrible, horrible, horrible bitch,
(Remember, I MEAN it when I write it three times!)
I have many things to say to you re: this severe lapse of judgment, but I'll confine My commentary to three important points at this time:
1) It is lovely that you kept a picture of Me from a time when I was thin, look, I even have a jaw line, 2) There is no reason for Me to be "imaginary," so carry your candy ass over and paint My house, and 3) Has it occurred to you in your mewling, puking reaction to my expression of simple concern for your testicular well-being that I might have some VERY interesting pictures of L'Rad on hand? Hmmmm? For instance, I was once in a very dark bar in downtown Chicago where a certain scene was being rehearsed, I think it was from that play "Boy Behind Bars." And disposable cameras are so cheap these days and they're for sale on almost every corner. But don’t worry, Rader, I’d never resort to Public, Online Revenge. OH, WAIT, that was a lie! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA! Kisses!
Aaron - In order...
1) You're right about the jaw line... I just couldn't see it over the glare from your bedazzled eyeliner!!!
2) Is "paint My house" a euphamism for something?
3) You have pictures from my "performance" in BOYS BEHIND BARS? That's great. They'll go so well with those RUTHLESS photos I've been holding onto! :)
It's never over 'till the Queen calls 'ya "Daddy," Rader. Sylvia St. Croix was MUCH more butch that your current Imaginary Boyfriend, GOD KNOWS she had on less makeup, so you'll bring a REAL threat to this little-girls-slapping event. Kisses!
Aaron - Why, oh why, didn't I have a camera with me when I walked into the back door of our apartment that fateful night? WHY!?!?!?! :)
hhhbitch, Why, indeed? I'd have all the pics I needed for My new web site! And why didn't I have a camera with Me on any one of those chilly evenings during Fabulous Story when Steve’s grape leaf, 'er, slipped. Nothing is lovelier than playing that marvelous board game, "Button, Button, Who’s Got the Button?" I can't believe you want to play a game with Me where we take turns exposing our multiple guises/foibles! I'll admit that I have a rather large, well, CLUTCH of them, but don't worry, sweetie, I'll call a porter to help you with your SUITCASES. Kisses! Let Me know when you’re ready to use the “Daddy” word. OH, and “paint my house” was a Rosie O. line from East of Eden. But keep this up, you pretty little shot of Southern Comfort, you, and I see will see that “paint my house” get a new definition and its own hankie-color. Sheesh, all I wanted was some more naked hotties on your blog, and now I have THIS to contend with…
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