Bulging Doris wrote in that shamrag article of his that I run a tame BB! Can you imagine? What gall, what insult! I am wounded by the quill! To think he wrestled the authorship of such articles from the Celebrity Reporter himself so that he could be a more upstanding modicum of grace and virtue for the LMB as a field reporter! Oh, oh, oh how easily they fall! Even worse, some Pontius character suggested this week that PB should try taming me into some infallible type of paladin character. Oh dear. My debau Ch’i ry level is unbalanced! I can take Aegthil being credited to everything from the sun rising in the East to the strength of the tides, but to say that he and Carica constitute the prime offenders in BBB band debauchery level is really too much for this humble muse. Detractors, beware!
Despite Turbine force-emoting bandmates with sound bugs and disconnections, BB’s modus of operandi this week was extra degenerate (ED) per usual until our finale feature, a new transcription (they’re all here if you’re interested) for bone-broken boozemaven Carica called “The Stripper”, complete with pighorn. And in proper form, the boxes came off (shall I spare your eyes?) Pity poor Lauralda, our newest degenerate, for what she had to endure at her first BB. Merry Yulefestimas, Bree!
Karma is utter bupkis. Loyalty gets you nowhere. Honor is for the birds. Do what you want.
Glug, glug, glug,
~P.B., Over-Stressed, Trapped, Depressive Holiday Neurotic, Most Degenerate
Sometimes America makes Pet Biographer upset, because there is a lot of needless suffering and waste. Other times she howls because there are crazy cooks like this out just living the dream –
I must be going about things backwards.
In other not-news, Hot Date the Bagpiper came over for dinner and shared this gem I feel I must share with the adoring masses who flock to my blog – it’s a good laugh.