DID SOMEONE SAY PUPPY PICTURES?

MOM - ALVY

ALVY-MOUSE

MJ GOT A GLIMPSE OF MY GIRDLE....

...AND DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR SOME FRILLY GATKES.

OBIT OF THE DAY

YES, NORMA IS PUZZLED

Norma needs help. Facebook etiquette help. I know, I know, what the fuck am I
doing wasting time on Facebook. Good question, but we'll leave it for another time.
Today's dilemma is this: Came upon a friend request today, a guy I went to high school with.
This doesn't surprise me, a reunion is coming up this summer so there's plenty of activity
surrounding the class' FB page. Initially when I saw his name, I was shocked.
Someone I was never pals with, but he wasn't part of the enemy camp either.
So, I did the nice thing and accepted. My next error was to saunter over to
his wall and lo and behold, whenever he posted anything, it was biblical thingys with
numbers at the end. I gasped, grabbed my inhaler and then unfriended him.
Should I write him something? I feel bad, especially if I'm to see him this summer.
My Facebook wall is filled with heathens and what-have-you...
...do you think he checked me out first? 

This is my profile photo.

Don't you think this would tip a fella off?

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LATE NIGHT DESK

Johnny Carson, pushing and bragging.

GUESS...

...WHAT'S IN MY PRETTY GOLD BOX?

Cabaret, Today

Poor Michael York, he's not doing well. I'm also perplexed by Liza's make-up person. Whenever I see her of late, she's made up, stage-style. All that dark on the sides of her nose- it's supposed to subtly suggest, not look like the cover of "Chiaroscuro Today." Wonder what Rupaul and Michelle Visage might have to say? AND, there is a creature lurking about in this snippet, Randal Malone. Does anyone know him?

THIS JUST IN

Yes, this is quite sad, but the paper got an important detail wrong.

He'd been brain dead for ages.

STARTLING!

Do you know who she is?

RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES

Well, actually it was torn from today's Op-Ed page.

I say it's unfortunate that the writer's mother's womb 

was operative and that her genes live on.

On the Town

MJ snuck away for a few days, but the paps snapped her with Mr. Peenee 

(who claims to be in New Orleans) as he pushed her towards the ladies lounge. 

Honey, if you throw 'em back, you have to remember to hook up the catheter.