You left out the picture caption:
"Julia Allison Leaves New York, Having Successfully Turned it Gay"
"Julia Allison Leaves New York, Having Successfully Turned it Gay"
Whenas with bilks mine Julia frets;
Why then, why then, how sweetly gets
The schadenfreude from her social debts.
Then when I cast mine eyes and see
The lipstick stain on her glass of tea;
Ah, how that glittering taketh me!
Why then, why then, how sweetly gets
The schadenfreude from her social debts.
Then when I cast mine eyes and see
The lipstick stain on her glass of tea;
Ah, how that glittering taketh me!
@MisterHippity: You left out the last line.
Reader: we do not hate Julia Allison. But now, due to her posting all these fucking Julia Allison stories, we hate Emily Gould.
Reader: we do not hate Julia Allison. But now, due to her posting all these fucking Julia Allison stories, we hate Emily Gould.
@HarlanDampie: A heather.
@JacquesPaysan: Certain of the rich will soon be getting herpes courtesy of um I don't know who you're talking about.
@KC2009: I swear it wasn't me.
For that amount of money, I demand a different view. Of, like, the Grand Canyon. Or something.
@depardoo: I believe that is the exit which is not an.
As referenced in the last line of "American Psycho."
As referenced in the last line of "American Psycho."
How did they get into my apartment??!
And where did they find such tasteful things???
And where did they find such tasteful things???
@Oy Veh (Informality Reigns): No, it's two words, "wooden" and "shoes."
The "fucking" is essentially a matter of tone.
The "fucking" is essentially a matter of tone.
@all oiled up: How do you think breeders caught jazz hands?
@Bluecold: Two word for you, Windmill Boy: WOODEN FUCKING SHOES.
@lostarchitect: Please, even Julia Allison has a spare standard kicking around.
@HiredGoons: If there was ever a thread where you should not ask that question, I am going to guess it's this one.
He's also visibly ugly.
I just thought I'd point that out.
I just thought I'd point that out.
I once climbed Ernest. At the end of it I wanted to go blind.
We didn't do steroids, though.
We didn't do steroids, though.
@boozeshaman: No. No, this is pretty much what I expect. This right here.
Now back in the day, when Blakeley was fat and Balk was drunk and Emily was sane and Shelia had yet to be hired, let alone fired, well then--let me tell you, my expectations were higher than a Red-Bull fueled space shuttle made of spun sugar and heroin. WE'RE TALKING HIGH HERE FOLKS.
Now, not so much.
Now back in the day, when Blakeley was fat and Balk was drunk and Emily was sane and Shelia had yet to be hired, let alone fired, well then--let me tell you, my expectations were higher than a Red-Bull fueled space shuttle made of spun sugar and heroin. WE'RE TALKING HIGH HERE FOLKS.
Now, not so much.
And if you put your ear to it, you can hear the Beatles sing "I wanna hole your land."
Great lady, great artist.
