Oh C'mon Fluffer,
You looked fab that night!

... anyhow I love you too.

I'm worried about Sweetie's warnings. Messy should get her mouth washed out with soap ASAP lest she get the White Worm.

Now I'm totally spun. Who is the real S'tan, who is the real Fluff? Maybe we should ask Ladyfluff to clear it up.

The thing about Jackie is, as much as she quotes her price, she never sells. And forget mattress, its all about park bench, kitchen table, limo trunk, 747 toilet, fire escape, phone booth, the last car on the M train to Lorimer Street, the parking garage at La Guardia, the elevator at Macy's, the holding pen at the 6th precinct, that's what she gots in common with Messy.

And S'tan, whichever one you really are, I think the Lacanians would like a film much better than a book, since they are all such raving scopophiliacs.

She still has my purse!

My new best friend Paris says that I should just forget about her and go to The Kabala Center with her. She gave me this little red string thing to tie around my wrist.
(I was hoping for a liitle bit more bling bling than a piece of string but... hey.)
I really like Paris as a friend. She's good people. Very real and down to earth.

Well, your friend Paris certainly isn't very ladylike. Just look at her! She isn't wearing her seatbelt!!!

Jackie is too busy coat checking and collecting hush money from coatroom sexscapaders at the Cock, Messy. I think for now you will do much better with Paris. Just don't let Andrea see her the way she is in that photo, you know, after her galpal, what's her name, you know, Lionel Ritchie's daughter the one with the HEROINE habit, just dosed her. You will lose Paris to Andrea's carpet munching needs. Better to be quick and direct, brandish one of your guitar picks in Paris' face and tell her you want to strum that instrument she flashes on the world wide web. Just make sure YOU keep the master tape.

Good lookin' out seven.

two words for paris...
"armour all"

Two words for Messy Bonnie STANK HO'

One word, cootermonkey.

Q

What the hell does that mean.

I don't know but it beats Sweetie's!

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Hey Messy, have you ever been to Neverland?

fuck neverland...
let's keep talking about
paris' pussy!!!!!

Sorry, but I'm having my pet kinkajou type this since my mouth is rather stuffed with a certain tarnished heirhead celebutante's pussy right now, so I can't talk at the moment. Besides which, in an attempt to lose Messy, my piewagger gots the car doin 110mph and we're exiting the wifi hot zone at this very momenttzh%+~~/ > < . ^^^^^

But seven wrote that last post from Neverland.

Bonnie please stop telling the people at The Marquee you are a dancer at CANDY. They will not let you in. And please stop sleeping in the bar at Marions. And finally stop saying you get to use my bar tab.

Hey Bonnie, there is talk that you are chomping at the bit to compete in The Miss High Life Pageant Dec.13 The life of a pageant queen is not simple girly. So whats up Big Bon? Gonna throw your brassiere in the ring and show us what you're made of??