....To all my friends, I'm feeling a
lil' better each day. Feeling is start to come back, I'm perking up,
my tongue is no longer so very very iridescent blue. I want all my well-wishers
to know that soon Queenie will be back on her feet and trotting the
block like the old bag you always knew she was!
... I had the strength to go out shopping
yesterday (accompanied by my longtime companion Bubo, of course), and
girls, let me tell you, I've got a killer dress, should turn all the
fellas heads and make them all go "BOW-WOW-WOW!" (Those in the know,
know that's what Bubo used to do, before he got emasculated out by the
levee that awful night). Here's hoping that bitch isn't working the
gate at the club, otherwise I might have to sic my Japanese stag-beetle
on her (yes, yes, that's right girls, I'm bringing Gudora the Stinging
Stag Beetle out!) Even dung-beetles need their time in the sun, tut,
tut, or is that time in the place the sun don't shine? Only Gudora knows
for sure, girls.
... On another note, Bubo and I are still
patiently awaiting a response to a query we sent to "Ms. Snotty", an
in-the-know queen on the world-famous "FUNKED" web-page. We're patiently
awaiting what Ms. Snotty has to say to "Desperate in Detroit" (Bubo's
codename, tee-hee). Even a eunuch gets desperate sometimes, and the
anal-drip isn't cutting it for old Bubo these days...What a naughty
old bitch Bubo is.
Girls, I'll see you on the dancefloor, XOX
Horace Curtleysmith De Knightley
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