Hey, Becky has her Top Ten Segments From The Simpson's Treehouse of Horror episodes article in Starpulse.
Whew, today Becky is in Starpulse. Tomorrow? Rolling Stone or Time Magazine, and then we will finally get to eat at Trailer Park. We'll chuck tatertots at the fipsters (faux + hipsters= "fipsters") and run the bill up on the magazine's tab...provided that Becky would actually return a phone call...
...or two...
...or a dozen.
...or two dozen phone calls.
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Hold up a second, here, my blend - I may very well be a fipster. And happy to be one, at that.
You wouldn't think to throw tatertots at moi, would you?
Truffles, maybe. But not something so common as a tatertot. Ewww. Fipster me says no no no, daddy-oh-oh-oh.
(that was me, bein' all fip up in your face)
Baroness,
Do you wear a beret and sunglasses at night? Nay, methinks not.
Still, if you wish, you may be "all fip in my face" at your leisure.
Beret? Check.
Irksome finger snapping? Check.
Sunglasses at night? Only for world premieres.
Soul patch? Thanks to the technology of electrolysis, no more!
Baroness,
If anyone could pull off a soulpatch with royal grace...nevermind, I bet the Baron is quite happy without it ; )
She's a star
Gifted,
Absolutely.
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