After waiting more than ninety minutes for my co-host and wine-date to show up, I sat down with Schnapps the Seal to make this abrasive promo for our "Glamourspunk" night. I'm experimenting with the idea that I might be a better hostess if I have a puppet on my arm. This will only work if I can develop a less obnoxious voice.
PS: The audio drops out mysteriously the first time I mention the date because I got it totally wrong. I simply cannot remember details.
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I knew all those drugs would catch up with me eventually. I just had this jacked-up hallucination that I was watching Muffy St. Bernard with her hand stuck up a guinea pigs butt. Then a friend of hers came in and no one thought it was strange. In fact the guinea pig seemed pretty OK with the whole thing.
Did I mention that the guinea pig could talk…
Yes, Muffy did look fabulous now that you mention it, but that’s hardly the point. I will need months of therapy.
Thank goodness it was all just a terrible, Vodka-induced dream!
Welcome to my world, J.A.
Are you certain? Cause I told the talking goldfish in my toilet that it was just a dream and he said I was CRAZY.
At least you paid the GOLDFISH the courtesy of not calling it a GUINEA PIG.
Forgive me...It's the drugs.
Hey! Can I come to one of the glamour nites or will I get evil stare downs? I'd love to see your show.
Of course you can! You wouldn't get a single evil stare-down.
I'll be busy so I won't get many chances to say hi, but I'll be sure to come over when I can!
almost 2 hours late? that musta been good wine
As a person who is compulsively on time, I will never understand those who are perpetually late.
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