Monday, February 23, 2009

Champagne Meltdown

We’ve all been there, haven’t we?

One minute we’re sipping champagne in our Ball Chair…




Next thing you know, we've had a little too much bubbly and before you know it, we’re throwing the bottle at Roger Daltrey…


Roger Daltrey: a waste of good champagne



Suddenly our TV set is spewing soap suds…




And baked beans and chocolate…


Bean dip, anyone?


Of course it all ends up in a frenzy of pillow humping.

Doesn’t it always?


45 comments:

  1. Ha! That's three recently!

    I'm such a lucky girl!

    Well, no... actually, I'm not.... I haven't gotten lucky in ages.

    *sighs and trundles off to bed... alone*

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  2. by mintues...damn


    ok, 2nd

    whoopdifuckindo

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  3. You gotta be quicker on the keyboard, there, Savannah.

    Can't believe I got first again... I had been asleep on the couch, for cryin' out loud!

    What a waste of chocolate.

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  4. By SEVEN minutes, doll!

    That's huge!

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  5. Veuve Cliquot .... (speakers kaput as since months) ... Daltrey looks a little like one of those sperms in an old Allen-movie ... sausage-rolling is often fun.

    You ARE crazy.

    Und äußerst liebenswert.

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  6. I was an extra in TV Movie with Ann Margaret called A Woman's A Helluva Thing. I weasled my way into the front row in three scenes and no I'm not proud of what I had to do to the assistant director but that's show biz!

    We did shoot a restaurant scene but Ann, who looked fabulous, did not get to roll around in beans.

    I wanted to break the number one rule for "background", do NOT talk to the Stars, just to tell her that Bruce Dern was a complete idiot to cheat on her in Middle Aged Crazy...hello? You're married to a nymphomaniac who looks like Ann Margaret?

    Suspension of disbelief my ass!

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  7. How wierd is that , you exactly described my sunday evening.
    Now how do I get baked beans and chocolate stains out of the rug ???

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  8. That frenzy of pillow humping was frightening. Professionally speaking, of course.

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  9. yes...exactly how it happens...and it's such a bitch trying to get that shit out of white clothing!

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  10. Roger Daltry lives down the road from me. No wonder the shop is always running out of beans. Tut.
    Sx

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  11. Well it's an improvement on Les and Cilla in that bath of baked beans.
    And what was Ollie doing there?

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  12. I'm afraid to see the end of it.

    Sploshing is not my thing, but Ann Margaret is fabulous though.

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  13. It's one of The Who's Sondheim numbers. Let me outta here!

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  14. Bloody awful film. Like a visual migraine with some good songs totally ruined.

    I'd rather watch baked beans coming off the production line.

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  15. It may take me a lifetime to fully understand what I just watched.

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  16. PONITA & SAVANNAH: The pair of you are enough to make me to go back on the Nervine.

    MAGO: Funny you should mention Veuve Clicquot as I recently read a book entitled The Widow Clicquot about the woman who built the champagne empire.

    Und äußerst liebenswert.

    You are just saying that because you want The Penis Book.

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  17. DONN: I was an extra in TV Movie with Ann Margaret called A Woman's A Helluva Thing. I weasled my way into the front row in three scenes and no I'm not proud of what I had to do to the assistant director but that's show biz!

    We did shoot a restaurant scene but Ann, who looked fabulous, did not get to roll around in beans.

    I wanted to break the number one rule for "background", do NOT talk to the Stars, just to tell her that Bruce Dern was a complete idiot to cheat on her in Middle Aged Crazy...hello? You're married to a nymphomaniac who looks like Ann Margaret?

    Suspension of disbelief my ass!


    I can’t believe you didn’t take the opportunity to congratulate her on her role in The Flintstones!

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  18. BEAST: How wierd is that , you exactly described my sunday evening.
    Now how do I get baked beans and chocolate stains out of the rug ???


    I’m having trouble enough as it is removing yogurt stains from my frock.

    XL: That frenzy of pillow humping was frightening. Professionally speaking, of course.

    As Mistress MJ’s Official Pillow Fluffer, this scene must have caused you nightmares!

    DAISY: yes...exactly how it happens...and it's such a bitch trying to get that shit out of white clothing!

    It’s high time Infomaniac did a segment on stain removal.

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  19. SCARLET: Roger Daltry lives down the road from me. No wonder the shop is always running out of beans. Tut.

    Good point as Daltrey also was waist-high in a bathtub of baked beans on the cover of The Who’s Sell Out album.

    And then there was their song off that album, entitled, Heinz Baked Beans

    One, two, three, four!
    What's for tea, Mum?
    What's for tea, darling?
    Darling, I said "what's for tea?"
    What's for tea, daughter?
    Heinz baked beans.


    No wonder the shop is out of beans indeed!

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  20. KAZ: Well it's an improvement on Les and Cilla in that bath of baked beans.

    The beans weren’t half as orange as Cilla’s skin.

    And what was Ollie doing there?

    Probably trying to wrestle that bottle of champers away from Ann-Margret.

    CYBERPOOF: I'm afraid to see the end of it. Sploshing is not my thing, but Ann Margaret is fabulous though.

    You prefer cake farting to sploshing, don’t you?

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  21. GEOFF: It's one of The Who's Sondheim numbers. Let me outta here!

    You’re free. You’re FREE!
    And freedom tastes of reality.

    GARFY: Bloody awful film. Like a visual migraine with some good songs totally ruined. I'd rather watch baked beans coming off the production line.

    I’d hoped you hadn’t already seen it so I could make you suffer through the clip.

    Fancy a trip to the Baked Beans Museum in Wales?

    LEAH: It may take me a lifetime to fully understand what I just watched.

    The meaning becomes clear when you mix champagne and Nervine.

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  22. Caviare breakfast could be an euphemism for lesbian sex in the morning.

    Baring this in mind,I have to say that I also love to squeeze a gigantic sausage shaped pillow in a splash of baked beans. In fact it's my second of May ritual for decades. (For the first of May I rather have tomato soup.)

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  23. Ew no.

    All this sex and hideous activities combined with food is a little too much for me.

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  24. I will not build my hopes up for the Baked Beans Museum after the tragic Walnut World incident

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  25. FABULASTIC: Caviare breakfast could be an euphemism for lesbian sex in the morning.

    Less chance of rug burn than from carpet munching!

    Baring this in mind,I have to say that I also love to squeeze a gigantic sausage shaped pillow in a splash of baked beans. In fact it's my second of May ritual for decades. (For the first of May I rather have tomato soup.)

    May is also a great month for Cheese Rolling.

    CYBERPOOF: Using your Gaydar login, were you?

    BEAST: I will not build my hopes up for the Baked Beans Museum after the tragic Walnut World incident

    We all remember when you were hospitalized during The Nutcracker.

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  26. **hands MJ a seltzer and asks how she's feeling**

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  27. BOXER: **hands MJ a seltzer and asks how she's feeling**

    Nothing that a shot of Nervine between the toes can’t cure.

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  28. For some reason, this happens to me every Monday night. How did you know?

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  29. That's the one.

    Just like on Gaydar I got no messages when logging on here.

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  30. RANDOM: For some reason, this happens to me every Monday night. How did you know?

    The chocolate syrup ring around your mouth gave you away.

    CYBERPOOF: That's the one.
    Just like on Gaydar I got no messages when logging on here.


    Someday your prince will come.
    If it can happen for IVD it can happen for anyone!

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  31. Ah the fond memories of changing runny diapers.

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  32. once again i can only thank god for possessing the sound judgement to SKIP this movie. what a shuddering pile of WANK. I do covet her ball chair, though. always wanted one ever since The Prisoner days. I would still beat up 2 for his. and his awesome nehru jacket. *lunges facefirst into a bowl of baked beans*

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  33. AWKWARD: Ah the fond memories of changing runny diapers.

    *books appointment for tubal ligation*

    NATIONS: I do covet her ball chair, though.

    You can’t have it because IT’S MINE!

    Does its round shape remind you of the giant wheel of cheese I’m about to roll across the border and onto your front lawn?

    Eh? DOES it?

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  34. MJ, you are a great exporter of cheese wheels.

    Doing your bit to keep the economy going?

    Nations' yard must be pretty smeely by now, what with all that cheese molding in her soggy front yard.

    *holds nose and backs across the border into Canada*

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  35. PONITA: Nations' yard must be pretty smeely by now, what with all that cheese molding in her soggy front yard.
    smelly... I meant smelly...


    And don’t get me started on her TOILET PLANTERS!

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  36. That must be what I am smelling today... the wind is coming from the south.

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  37. Miss FN is right the film is TERRIBLE and Daltrey is about 4 ft tall

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  38. Thank you for the link - reading-fodder. I said VC because Ann-Margret has a VC-bottle - that yellow label is unique.

    And no, I already have a Penis and a book, so no need to lie.

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  39. PONITA: But you’re thousands of miles away!

    BEAST: Well thanks for confirming.

    Do you feel better now?

    MAGO: Your Penis Book is in the mail!

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  40. GOBETTY: I'll LOL your arse off the page for not coming 'round for so long.

    Do you have a note from your doctor?

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