Dear FB, this is Auntie Carol, and you’re the only one I can trust right now. It’s about my friend, and Dastardly Dame, Lady Lynda. I am on my way over to her domicile to have fisticuffs with her. You see, she wants to put Joaquin Phoenix as head of our men’s club, a very exclusive club. So exclusive, in fact, that men frequently don’t even know they’re in it. I want Johnny Depp. Anyone can see he’s much better than Joaquin Phoenix! I’m going to kick her ass, and I deign to use such a vulgar term. It’s four hours later, and I have two black eyes, and a busted lip. I look like a very tall racoon.
When a woman of sophistication and proper upbringing sees her male dermatologist one thing she must never say to him is the following:
Take my wart off, take my skin tag off,…take my clothes off.
do. My true love, Seymour, is completely
true to me in his heart even though we haven’t
gone all the way.
This is Lady Lynda. Idle gossip will get you
nowhere. Besides, A LADY NEVER TELLS! I’m
still a virgin at thirty-five because I’m waiting for
the right man. He well may be Seymour Toze. It
will come to fisticuffs if you ever see him again,
This is Lady Lynda. When a man is queer, it’s
just because he has not met the right girl.
What to do? Enshroud him with quaint
witticisms and inspirational conversation.
Then pull your skirt over your head and shout,
“I’m a whole lot of woman and I need a whole lot
of man. This works every time.
The Black Orchid replies, “That will happen
when elephants fly!”
When a member of the same sex approaches you,
run from the room, shrieking, “But, I’m going to
marry Johnny Depp. I’m going to marry
The Black Orchid replies. The love of a woman
can be a wonderful thing. Women are like
precious flowers, fragrant and soft. I eat
pomegranites as well as bananas if you receive
of Proper Young Womanhood, Wives, and
Mothers. Never have Sex before marriage no
matter how fetching the man. There are Rules
which I shall elucidate.
1) Keep a clean house.
2) Prepare nutricious food.
3) Never stray, and have sex at least twice a
week. Anymore would be too taxing.
4) Occasionally, wear something pretty so he can
remember why he married you. This could
5) Never nag and make him think he thought of
everything before you did.
6) Read the newspaper so you can make
ULL OF HOOLIGANS
May 20, 2012 by auntiecarol69
I guess one can expect a little travail in life and Quelle Sorprese if you don’t. The boys had Pequot school exceeded our worst expectations. Heavens, wearing baseball hats backwards, tee shirts with skulls and and anime avatars on them, timberline boots or “sneaks” as they call them. Neitche reigns in the classroom and everyone’s a star. It’s kind of the cult of personality and in which, it conveys superiority. Nary a one wants to succeed at anything other than just being himself. And the comments, “Say are you ladies outtakes from the old Andy Griffith show. Who’s ‘Aunt Bea’?” “And the gloves, are you afraid to touch us. Like I couldn’t jerk off all by myself?” I admit our Ann Taylor suits of magenta and cyan and dress pumps probably were off putting as a number of teachers had taken to wearing “dress” jeans.But, a lady never apologizes for her attire for she is pristine in appearance and meign, and must remain stoic in the presence of rudeness. Some of these boys had actually committed felony offenses like robbery assault and battery, maybe even murder. Some did a lot of things and were never caught. That is my presumption.
How the World has changed. Lady Lynda piped up with something rather shocking, Well, guess what young man. They call me Grandma Dynamite and my co-heart here Helacious Carol, and we are “packing” and have no intention of taking your bullshit. I am Miz Lynda and she is Miz Carol and you will not comment on our appearance or anything else as we are some crazy bitches!” At that point she brought out a rather accurate toy gun which shot blanks. “I have no problem in offing you. It would just improve the overall gene pool. I assume you do more than masturbate, Well, maybe not. Just look at you. You look like Sarte of Bella Lugosi.”
There was a hushed silence for a few minutes then there was applause and lots of “You Go, Gurls.” The one called Francisco, a soulful looking Puerto Rican boy said, “You aint like any teachers we ever seen. Whatup? And who’s Sartre. I know Bella Lugosi and I don’t look like that ugly fucker.” I held up a book with his author’s picture and on the front these words, “Life is Absurd.” The other boys started laughing at Francisco, who, incidentally, was their leader. He raised and arm sweeping it across the room, and it went silent.
“The next laugh and I punch out your fuckin’ lights,” he snarled. “So, life is absurd, right? Or is it ‘nasty, short and brutish’ as Rousseau said.I’m a closet reader. Bet you both think I got shit for brains. Well, you’d be wrong. But it don’t pay to be intelligent.”
“No,” I said, “It doesn’t pay to be stupid. You’ve got it all wrong.”
“Lissen,” said Francisco, I got a sick mom and six little sisters to take care of. And you gone tell me not to deal no drugs. Eight dollars an hour don’t cut it, Madame.”
“I can see you’re a very bright young man, and I’m sure Lady Lynda concurs.We can and will help you whether you want it or not. We’re deadly serious. And what happens in this classroom stays in this classroom.”
“Whatcha gone do? Bring Jesus back so he can bless us with some fish and wine?”said Francisco.
“If, that’s what it takes, yes, ” said Lady Lynda.
“We plan to have you speaking the king’s English. The way you talk is a one way ticket to poverty. You have to play the game in life and speak, let me bring this down to your level, speak like the rich people.So you may pass amongst them and get them to pay you a decent salary, in your patois, you must talk white.” she further stated.
The bell rang and the boys sauntered out each with a smile on his face, And Lady Lynda and Auntie Carol did the “high three” sign which is far superior to the “high five” as it is half of “high five” and then some.
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When a woman of sophistication and proper upbringing sees her male dermatologist one thing she must never say to him is
Take my wart off, take my skin tag off,…take my clothes off. No exceptions whatsoever.
Lady Lynda relaxed in her boudoir. The fairly newly married self proclaimed female etiquette exert wore her her long sleeved flannel carnation pink night gown. The one with the jaunty lace trim. Seymour Toze’s spouse purposely languidly laid upon the divan celebrating the Diva that become since being married to her gentleman friend of quite a few decades. She deemed herself the height of fortune to be of wedded bliss to her limit of patience , shoe salesman, fashion photographer. Lady Lynda loved the sound of her complete name Mrs Lynda Mae Hoffenfetter Toze She felt so radiant. The once dowdy woman sighed as she reminesced Her goosebumps she felt when Toze finally placed that wedding ring on her third finger, right hand.
It was such a genteel occasion at the Temple Enoch Synagogue. Lady Lynda quipped she certainly knew who was knocking at her heart. She was definitely beyond the years she could be knocked up. She delicately giggled at her humor.He looked so chivalrous in his black tuxedo, starched white shirt and stylish black tie. Rabbi and motivational speaker Hugh R. Good said wedding vows.
It seemed rather eloquent how he so offered his hand in hers in holy matrimony. What felicity she felt. At last they were legal. Now he could do with her much more than play with her ten pretties. He could be ravenous with her and she’d love every moment. Of course she would reciprocate too. Fair is fair she demurely chuckled.
Yes she sweetly laid on the divan waiting for her man. Lady Lynda needed not to wait very long. She liked that phrase very long. It conjured up delightful images of her man, Seymour Toze. Being that he was merely 5’7 she mused she wasn’t referring to his height. She could hardly wait. She emphasized hard…ly .
Seymour was coming any moment from his free lance fashion photography. As she pictured his debonair handsome form entering the bedroom she blushed ever so expectently as she eagerly waited for his entrance. Yes it would be so very hard to be patient. She was an Aries and that is the most impatient Star Sign. But she must be the essence of patience.
At last her husband Seymour Toze sauntered in into with a savoir faire that being married to the lady he loved could muster. Lady Lynda was more than ready for him. She was eager and comely. Waiting for him to come to her. At last her wish came true. The prepping for her etiquette tour was now put on hold