With great pleasure this morning I came across a picture of 'L'i'L''B'u'''d'd''y in the theatre section of the New York Times. This photo was a treat to see, and it makes me proud to be a member of this blog. 'L'il' 'Bu''d'y', the Ensign, Cabin Boy, myself - even the Spoiler- we're all in this mixed up crazy business together and it has it's share of down times, yes, but damnit, it has it's rewards too. Let's all just keep on 'keepin' on!
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The post was caustic, ironic, meant to be a joke. I'm not at all happy to be on this blog; it only confirms what a failure I am. You, whoever you are, are an idiot not to have read between the lines and sene the real message: the nihilistic negativity that was intended.
Just one of the perks that helps one keep on keepin' on are the toilet seats in the Beaumont dressing rooms, which come equipped with built-in bidets. For disturbing videos of these modern wonders in action, go to www.washlet.com, and click on "Demo." Then ask yourself, as they do, "Are you clean?"
Oh, and people, people, I can't help it if I have an apostrophe in my name. What if my name were Paddy O'Irish? That has an apostrophe. And it's Irish. If I were Irish, wouldn't making fun of my apostrophe be racist? Especially if I were Black Irish?
What's a dressing room?
The above post is the best post HeWhoHasNil has had in its entire existence. It almost makes up for l''''''y's
endless ramblings and the Cmmdr's incessant chirpy "what ho!"'s....
That said-I have nothing.
Camille: "I came up from grinding poverty and it stinks. I never want to go back to work in a shop and live in two little rooms with cucarachas and ratons. No, no, I'll never go back! There are only two ways a woman may rise from the gutter and become a queen: prostitution or the stage.
"And believe me...I'd rather peddle my coosie on the streets than become an actress."
--Charles Ludlam
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