Friday, April 20, 2012

Flaming Weenies

A scene from the Infomaniac Diner?

[via]

Or the Infomaniac Medical Clinic?

You decide.

37 comments:

  1. That's all for today! See you next week!

    Hugs
    Jon

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  2. Is it just me... or has Blogger automatically stuffed around with everyone's dashboard without being invited?
    I can't find a fucking thing any more. I hate it when one has ones dashboard tampered with,
    without ones consent... I suddenly feel all dirty....

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    1. PRINCESS: Follow these instructions to return to the old Blogger Dashboard:

      Look in the top right hand corner of your dashboard, under your profile photo.

      See the widget symbol to the right of the box that says “English”? Hover your mouse over the widget and you’ll see that it says “Blogger options.”

      Click the widget and scroll down to “Old Blogger Interface.” Click on it and you’ll be returned to your old Dashboard.

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    2. LX: That is high praise coming from the "Personal IT Consultant To Mistress MJ."

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    3. thank you Mistress! As usual your instructions have been followed to the letter... As a result it is as if I have awakened from a bad dream and my favourite knickers again remain where they belong...

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    4. Thank you from me too. I kept getting lost in that fucked up new interface.

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  3. that sportcoat is the perfect antidote to a lit weenie.

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    1. NORMA: If one doesn't have the money for a sports car.

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    2. That sport coat is going to melt if it gets too close to the wiener flames. I don't know what it's made of, but that is obviously not cloth.

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  4. Scene from My Dinner With MJ.

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  5. I don't know what it is, but I just love that suit... it reeks of the 1980s.

    If you ever happen to visit the little known third world country of Belgium, you will find the population there still wearing such garments, happily oblivious that it's now 2012.

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    1. FANNY LOVE: I’m sure I wouldn’t know a Fleming from a Walloon if I tripped over one!

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  6. I could do something with toad in the hole right now...
    Sx

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  7. Once again kabuki has lost the old appetite. have you considered publishing the Infomaniac Quick Weight Loss Plan. You'll make millions. kabuki is of course talking about the toad in the hole. kabuki likes weenies just fine.

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    1. Mistress MJ recalls that kabuki recoils from the skin on the top of the pudding.

      I believe you refer to it as “pudding scum?”

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    2. is that what kabook calls the head of a cock...the pudding?

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  8. The doctor can give you a topical cream for that. Of course I refer to the sportcoat.

    I am diggin' that groovy and happening font the most! Makes me want to go set a VW bus on fire and bite a hippie.

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  9. Darlings, it's all about that rakish handkerchief stuffed insouciantly in his breast pocket. How clever to have it match the jacket AND the flaming weinies. You know he's the terror of poofter bars all over Akron.

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  10. Sepia tones rule! Flambé-ant enough to match the sausages...

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  11. Sausage Flambé is my new drag name.

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  12. You know what you serve with Sausage Flambe?

    Penis-illin.



    Oh yeah. *runs*

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  14. I think the title should have read...
    "Flambéige"....

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  15. Please post something new. Mr. Sepia Tones is beginning to freak me out. A bitch can barely type what with the fantods

    *falls back gracefully upon recamier with delicate wrist across forehead*

    *drops cigar*

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    1. you haven't fallen gracefully since you were two. stop frontin'

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  16. Looks like the Yakusas have caught her back. I wouldn't be surprised if they keep her in the shed behind Kabuki's new palace. God know what they're doing to her. Poor dear, we might never hear from her again.

    *resumes sweeping Infomaniac Lounge floor*

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