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March 22, 2007
Dahling, it's simply scrumptious! Peek in on the lives of the ultrarich and überbeautiful.
13 years ago
NO DR. Z.?
*runs over self*
I find it quite challenging to differentiate between the physiognomy of inbreeding and the effect of serial face-lifts.
Someone called Celerie Kemble is married to someone called Boykin Curry?
Funnily enough, it reads very similarly to the list I and a group of crazy-eyed, bloodthirsty anarchist ne'er-do-wells have recently been compiling, for a social event of a different nature.
Oh aye, I think it very much has a people-are-people quality to it.
A handy checklist for a modern Proscription, yes. *nods knowingly to Abiezer*
Now here's the thing -- I was completely misinformed as to correlation of the whole lawyer thing
vis a vis
to which I aspire
which I deserve, and it's become clear that if it's gonna happen, it'll only be because I marry up. So there are two options: First, find a young heiress like Patty Hearst's daughters, marry one, and get myself a big fat divorce settlement, which although not the whole kit and caboodle, should be enough to leave me with some independent means. The second option is to find an old heiress like Topsy Taylor, and just wait it out. This has the advantage of bringing home the giant loot bag in the end. I'd just have to ride it out that long. Any thoughts? I have absolutely no shame to consider in this, so all options are on the table.
Bag the bag with the bags.
Just be sure ol' Topsy doesn't have resentful kids, or we'll have to change your name to Anna Nicole Renault. (Or would that be Andrew Nicholas Renault?)
Or, you could hang around at the Vegas airport wearing a sandwich board sign that reads "Will Marry for Money."
Oh my god, I was Googling a high school classmate just yesterday to see if I could find out what happened to him and his face is plastered all over this very website! You're freaking me out, petebest!
Bag the bag with the bags.
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
The answer, dear Cap'n, is to book a whole mess of reservations at
What's this a list of?
Some people. S'posed to be good for you.
Some people are good for me?
Monkeyfilter: a group of crazy-eyed, bloodthirsty anarchist ne'er-do-wells
So many people who all need to be first up against the wall...
That's why I moved to China plegs - the Great Wall might just be enough
Abiezer, Fes, I like the way you think. None of these folks look like they could play a decent game of Twister, trussed up as they are in their fancy duds. But think how fabulous they'd look lined up against a wall, blindfolded! We could leave a couple for Capt. Renault to pick from, of course. *wipes Hoppes gun cleaner off hands, goes back to addressing invitation to Celerie Kemble-Curry*
"A very popular young couple on the social scene these days. Someone asked me if those were their real names? Who would make them up? Celerie is an interior decorator or furniture designer, as she has lines of fabric and furniture coming out this fall, and is in business with her mother. Boykin Ravenal Curry is from an old Southern family. His father’s name is Ravenal Boykin Curry and his son (two years old) is named Ravenal Boykin Curry. The way family tradition with the name goes, the next generation male Curry should be named after Boykin. Which, speaking of names, Boykin is always amused that this wife is named after a vegetable." Well, when you put it that way, it all seems so reasonable.
Well, when you put it that way, it all seems so reasonable.
Yes, eminently so. Sincerely, Boykin Storybored.
But seriously, if you were named after a vegetable, what would it be? I would be "Radish Rutabaga Storybored the Third". But I also like "Bok Choy Storybored" which makes it difficult. Hey, I could be Radish Rutabaga during the day and Bok Choy by night.
Alfalfa Ralph The Chili Dog.
Kumquat Quince Macadamia Fimbulvetr
Jicama Kiwano Kinnakeet?
Whoosh! That sounds like kale-leek to me.
*misses beeswacky again*
Ginger, just Ginger. Also my drag queen nom-de-boa.
I already am.
The Onion-pants Monster.
What an assortment. YOu guys are really wierd.
No, my name is not Wotta Ssortment. My name shall be HoovedThunder MacCarrot Whoa the III You may address me as Your Blueness.
I'm coming to this party kinda late, so forgive me if I don't join your duck-duck-goose game, but a cynic might think that this "list" makes for a great serial killer "to do list".
hey....either this Renault character is working on the weekend, or he's got that home computer vibe goin'...
well, i grew up in Quebec, so I was always my mother's little cabbage...
hey....either this Renault character is working on the weekend, or he's got that home computer vibe goin'... posted by RalphTheDog at 05:12PM UTC on March 24, 2007 Or he's snuck into work to download some quick pr0n...
Oh, and I would be Larutabaga
No, you woud be laranchovy on my hot, sizzling deep pan cheese and pepperoni pan pizza of pulchritude.
Pokey Pulchritude? I
Ooh! I'm afraid you're both wrong -- it was a quick visit to the casa familia which let me get on Dad's dialup. But thank you for playing!
Home computer has been bought, but is not yet hooked up. That depends on there being a desk. Which depends on the books getting off the floor and onto shelves. Which depends on shelves being set up. Which doesn't depend, but is subsequent to the bedroom being painted and the big boy bed set up, which should take about a week. So it's coming. It will. I swear. Now get off my case...
If youda got a laptop you coulda been surfing by now. I hesitate to ask (but obviously not too much) what you're sleeping on if the big boy bed isn't set up...
I would hestitate too because what if the Captain reveals that he is in fact inflatable and he just needs to tie himself down so he doesn't float away? And then we all run around screaming.
And then we all run around screaming.
And brandishing very sharp pins.
Gaelic outburst necessitates fake laughter.
gonfler = to inflate
It was a weak pun on ROFL. S'okay, I'll let myself out.
I thought it was funny roryk...
Gallic outburst necessitates fake laughter.
Thanks mothninja. You're the best.
She is, isn't she? *sigh*
Oh sure, first hog all the quidnunc then schmooze all the mothninja up! You dang Canuck legal beagles need a good kitfistoin'!
I think he'd enjoy a good kitfistoin' far too much. Notice the total lack of information regarding the sleeping surface. My vote is on the kitchen counter.
Will somebody please tell me what this is about? I wasn't joking the other times I asked.
link and see if it makes any more sense.
Mr. K, I believe it's a list of
in high society. Oh, and they all have ridiculous names.