Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Dead Woman Acting



" I've killed a lot of johns, done a lot of time, even died by lethal injection but now I'm back and on Broadway starring in the hit musical, "Legally Blonde" at the Music Box Theatre. Come see me before I kill again, or I'm replaced by Betty Buckley.

Fashion Fucker



Back stage at the Marc Jacobs Fall/ Winter 09 show it was stripes, stripes and more stripes. Jacobs, a downtown household word like Windex or Drano is known for his edge cutting and often discounted overpriced must haves. This season it's all about the print....WWD calls it ," Victorian Glam with all the gloss" and Andre Leon Talley of Vogue says," It's GENIUS! I hate it!" Much of the buzz is coming from fashion insiders who claim that Marc Jacobs got his inspiration by fucking ex-cons he met on the internet. Now that's some inside hush hush. But why the nod to incarceration for Spring/ Summer. 6GCR got the scoop from the man himself, Jesus Rameirez #48227643 Stark Pen. In an exclusive interview with Rameirez he said," Yeah,that little white Jew faggot kept emailing me and saying he was hot for me and he would see me on the outside." He continued," so when I got out I broke into his car and stole some checks, cashed a few and punked that little fucker." We asked if he knew he was the inspiration for an entire seasonal line of high end clothing. He answered," That little Jew bastard owes me $50 for services rendered, know what I'm sayin', yo?"
Well all we can say is Brava, Marc. We look forward to seeing your line marked down to nothing and hanging on racks at Century 21. You always inspire us to look for more sensible ways to throw away our money and continue to put out season after season of useless and cheaply made crap. What can we expect next season from the house of Marc Jacobs? Maybe unprotected sex inspired mini-trench coats or hand bags made from the actual skin of the sweatshop workers in South America. Leave it to Marc to push the envelope, what ever that means.

Mommy's Little Whore



" Tammy's not her real name. Well it is and it isn't. Her given name is Tamarra Morning Darling. When Josh and I found out we were having a girl we knew we had to name her that with our last name being Darling and all. So we started calling her Tammy for short and I guess it stuck. It sounds better on stage anyway....Tammy Darling....contestant # 4, Tammy Darling, don't you think? She's been competing in pageants ever since she was a baby. Little Miss Dimples, Tiny Miss Happiness, Mommy's Little Miss, you know the whole nine yards. She started winning after April May Carple, her biggest competition, was diagnosed with brain cancer and had to drop out of everything....I mean nobody wants to see a bald little girl with yellow skin in a bathing suit, poor little thing. Her mother has never gotten over her last competition when her talent song was, " It's Not Easy Being Green".... you know that Muppet song? Poor little April May had just had a treatment two days prior and didn't look so good. She finished the first part and when she went to to the second chorus, she puked all over the stage, slipped and fell in it and hurt herself pretty bad. That was the last time I saw her perform. She had a good voice too, poor little thing. Anyway, we decided to take advantage of the situation and used April's song, jazzed it up a bit, and tapped a little dance, you know like a skit. Well we dressed her up like a leaf because the whole frog thing has been done to death and she sang and danced around like she was blowing in the wind. It was a huge hit with the audience and she came in 4th. She got a trophy and 2 coupons from Arby's....... No we rarely break even. So far we've spent close to $12,000.00 and we've won....let's see........25 trophies, 11 crowns, about $270.00 in cash and a $100.00 savings bond and ..........oh yeah, the Arby's coupons. She loves every minute of it. I told her she can stop whenever she wants as long as she can find a way to pay me and her daddy back the 12 grand. Oh, and her hair has mostly fallen out from the bleach so unless she wants to got to gymnastics with a bald head like poor little loser April she's going to have to wear that wig. I think it looks like her real hair.... when it doesn't slide back off her forehead. It's a little big but she'll grow into it. She'll be doing the pageants for a while. We're going all the way to Hollywood, Baby! And when we get there you'll be seeing Tamarra Morning Darling on every street corner. Doing what she does best, working hard and selling it to the public. My little girl is going places.

Ain't No Virgil Here!



"Please stop callin here. I told you the last time you called that there aint no Virgil Horner here. No, this is Trina. You don't need to know ma last name......is this Pete? Is this Pete Framstich? I sware ta God if this is Pete I'm comin over to that garage and kick your sorry ass you stup.......what? Pretty voice? Well aint you the smooth talker...Pete I'ma warnin you if you are doin this...who put you up to this? Who is this? Oh, I'm sorry ma'am I thought you was a guy. I'm sure it does...look who is this Virgil person you're lookin for? Your husband? Hold on. ANY OF YA"LLS SORRY ASSES VIRGIL HORNER? No HORNER! Jesus Christ Roy you ain't no Virgil Horner. Virgil Hornyyyy maybe. Ma'am? No I swear ther ain't no Virgil here. What does he look like?.........uh huh.................uh huh.....well, I'll tell ya, we got a lot a guys that look like Bob Barker with a hare lip that drink in here. Well how short is he?......Well that would be a midget and I would know a midget if I saw one...hold on.. HEY YOU! MR. GIN AN TONIC.....WOULD YOU STAND UP FOR A SECOND? Well ......no ma'am, aint no midgets here. Darlin, give me your number and if I see a hare lip midget runnin round here, I'll give ya a call. It's no trouble at all. I'm sure Mr. Virgil Horner is at choir practice like he said he was. Alright Ms. Horner....and sorry bout the guy voice thing. OK, ba ba.....................I swear to God Virgil if your wife calls here one more time lookin for you, I'm gonna tell her the truth. I will damn it, I'm sick of it!.......Because a wife has got a right to know that her husband is paradin around town in women's clothes and callin himself Carlene. Well good lord everybody knows it's you. Well for one thing you look like a midget version of Bob Barker with a hare lip wearin a cheap dress from Dress Barn. Well I'm sorry but aint nobody in Johnson City that don't know it's you but that dim witted wife a yours. .......and for God's sake would you please stop usein the ladies toilet. The last time you came outa there it smelled like some mexican took a shit on the floor. Well alright then."