Friday, November 05, 2010

Get Outta Town!

It's the weekend!

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Care to join me for a spin in the MistressMobile?

22 comments:

  1. First!

    Yeah - let me sit in the back!

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  2. I'll sit in the back with my vodka. Where are we going?

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  3. I call the arm rest up front!

    Are we going to Dairy Queen, or just cruising for diary queens?

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  4. @Norma Desmond
    i'll wear my leopard too.

    And don't forget your "diahmond studded cou-gher"

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  5. I promise nothing. I will incite riots and / or sit-ins. You want me in that car. You NEED me in that car.

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  6. Are we going riding on the freeway of love via the loveshack? Then gettig our kicks on Root 66?
    If so I'm in....I've bought Vodka...

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  7. [tick box comment of shame]

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  8. Morning bitches.

    I'll sit in the back. I brought a picnic hamper.

    Olive anyone?

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  9. I'll perch on the bonnet/hood and be the Spirit of Ecstasy.

    Or the Spirit of Ectoplasm...

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  10. MAGO: First!
    Yeah - let me sit in the back!


    Keep your eye on that randy Random Chick and her vodka-swilling ways.

    SAVANNAH: 2nd...shotgun!

    Is that you singing Paradise By The Dashboard Light?

    RANDOM CHICK: I'll sit in the back with my vodka. Where are we going?

    Wherever the Damron Guide will take us!

    MR. COOKIE: I call the arm rest up front!
    Are we going to Dairy Queen, or just cruising for diary queens?


    We’re cruising for size queens, rice queens, drag queens, AND dairy queens!

    NORMADESMOND: i'll wear my leopard too.

    Your leopard tutu?

    PEENEE: Hit the gas, bitch.

    I’m burnin’ rubber!

    Now unscrew the cap on those dolls.

    MR. COOKIE: @Norma Desmond
    i'll wear my leopard too.
    And don't forget your "diahmond studded cou-gher"


    You heard him, Norma.

    MEGAN: I promise nothing. I will incite riots and / or sit-ins. You want me in that car. You NEED me in that car.

    Let’s drop acid and have a Human Be-In.

    PRINCESS: Are we going riding on the freeway of love via the loveshack? Then gettig our kicks on Root 66?
    If so I'm in....I've bought Vodka...


    A few vodkas later and Princess is waving the bottle about, tears streaming down her face, singing The Ballad of Lucy Jordan.

    At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
    Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.

    XL: Are we there yet?
    [tick box comment of shame]


    Don’t make me pull this car over!

    ROSES: Morning bitches.
    I'll sit in the back. I brought a picnic hamper.
    Olive anyone?


    That olive’s not a prop from your act, is it?

    If so, it’s not very hygienic.

    IVD: I'll perch on the bonnet/hood and be the Spirit of Ecstasy.
    Or the Spirit of Ectoplasm...


    I had you in mind as the cowcatcher.

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  11. Are we going to see the beavers of Canada working on wood?

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  12. I want to sit next to Roses. I've brought a few bottles of Moët and I'm wearing my Jackie O sunglasses with my Hermès scarf.

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  13. EROS: Are we going to see the beavers of Canada working on wood?

    Yes, best to see them at work in their natural habitat.

    But mind you don't get beaver fever.

    CYBERPOOF: I want to sit next to Roses. I've brought a few bottles of Moët and I'm wearing my Jackie O sunglasses with my Hermès scarf.

    Mind that scarf…you don’t want to end up like Isadora Duncan.

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  14. I feel like riding the hood for some reason, in white snake style~! A nice layer of scotchgard and a face protector helmet of some sort, maybe those giant glasses Johnny Depp wore in the new "Willy Wonka" (quotes because I don't think there is any Willy Wonka but Gene Wylder)


    Anywhooo~ A nice troll around the boonies would be lovely and we'll all be boozing until dawn anyway, might as well run naked through the woods while we're at it.

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  15. No, the olive isn't part of my act. Too small.

    Cyberpete, the champagne flutes are in the hamper darling. Along with some canapes.

    Someone take the vodka away from Princess, it makes her far too maudlin.

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  16. Let me know when you pull into the rest stops.

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  17. dibsies the rumbleseat! lets see... pockets on my leather jacket filled with gravel, check... jumpingjacks check, bottle rockets check, breakaway shirt and bra combo check, road toker good to go, hip flask topped up with the recipe (c'mon sit back here with me, XL, I'll fix ya up)
    yeah, lets hit it and git it!! GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD CHEEZER! *brandishes haunch of dog*

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  18. MANDA: I feel like riding the hood for some reason, in white snake style~! A nice layer of scotchgard and a face protector helmet of some sort, maybe those giant glasses Johnny Depp wore in the new "Willy Wonka" (quotes because I don't think there is any Willy Wonka but Gene Wylder)
    Anywhooo~ A nice troll around the boonies would be lovely and we'll all be boozing until dawn anyway, might as well run naked through the woods while we're at it.


    Speaking of Johnny Depp, let’s pop ‘round to see him.

    I believe it’s his bathtime.

    ROSES: No, the olive isn't part of my act. Too small.
    Cyberpete, the champagne flutes are in the hamper darling. Along with some canapes.
    Someone take the vodka away from Princess, it makes her far too maudlin.


    I’d forgotten you use ping pong balls.

    MICHAEL GUY: Let me know when you pull into the rest stops.

    You’ll know the rest stops by AyeM8y’s phone number on the walls.

    NATIONS: dibsies the rumbleseat! lets see... pockets on my leather jacket filled with gravel, check... jumpingjacks check, bottle rockets check, breakaway shirt and bra combo check, road toker good to go, hip flask topped up with the recipe (c'mon sit back here with me, XL, I'll fix ya up)
    yeah, lets hit it and git it!! GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD CHEEZER! *brandishes haunch of dog*


    Quit mooning the truckers, dammit!

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