Darlings, This is Auntie Carol and I have been going through Lady Lynda’s delightful Journals and came across this charming entry
about “High Tea”. A ritual every young lady should be cognizant of. So I will trust Lady Lynda will give me permission to read it to you.
It is intriguing our Lady Lynda refers to herself in third person, or is it psychotic of her, Oh my!
“Methinks she would deign not to send her High Tea lesson to Facebook. I doubt she is even on FB. I doubt she Tweets. She most likely thinks of songbirds if she ever heard someone mention tweets. I suspect if she ever heard the word twitter Seymour Toze’s wife would presume twitter would refer to someone who imitates a perching bird with quick high pitched sounds or giggles with a high pitched laugh. Or talks excitedly in squeaky tones.
There is a slow fade as in old fashion movies and next enters Auntie Carol’s confident.
Lady Lynda ‘s wool skirt suit and complementary lacy blouse hue of sunlit sky befitted her personality like lemon and “Earl Grey” tea. “Hello class”. “Did you know high tea was started to ward off hunger of the English working class between lunch and dinner.”” Wasn’t to get high. It was named that because of the time it was officially served. Started as a relaxing time for the common folk. Now is quite a ritual. Its official time between 3 and 4 pm.”
“I figure these days the event would be in a “Craig’s List Listing” under local events commented one of the girls as she snickered under her breath.
Lady Lynda’s expression showed utter confusion. “Who is Craig and what is his list”?
She decided to ignore the remark and move on.
“Here are the Instructions You must have the following equipment* Teapot* Creamer* Sugar bowl* Bread and butter plates,Napkin, different cream filled sandwiches, Scones,sweet fruit jams, tea from India, China or Japan”
Won’t it be hard to find Chinese or Japenese tea.” one of the snooty girls. I wonder if I can send a request on my Instagram account
The woman gave the explanation one may delight in English tea. She suggested English Grey. Then Lady Lynda explained Darjheling is an Indian tea.
Lady Lynda quickly perused the crowd. She couldn’t help noticing most of their clothes left ample portions of their nubile bodies exposed. It seemed as if their tops were cut so low it looked as if one could say that’s a really fashionable top your daringly falling out of.
Then the woman wheeled into the room, a three tiered English colonial, wild cherry bark wood table, on the bottom level were the pitcher and cups. On the middle level were the fruit scones and on the top was the fancy silver tray with various wedged shaped tea sandwiches for the partakers to enjo
“Table must be pleasantly presented. Only the finest serving set will do. The finger sandwiches with the crust cut or whatever way removed cut into equilateral triangles. Does the equilateral triangles remind you of math.”
“Only math any of us are interested in is how long will this High Tea lesson be?”
They sighe they weren’t spending their time on Facebook, Instagram , Twitter or Snapchat.
Lady Lynda firmly but gently chided them. ” One needs to keep being proper every step of the way.”
The sandwiches she noted should be of watercress, or salmon and dill, or creamcheese and chives. She insisted only real butter should be spread. There should be a creamer too, sugars and if wanted, artificial sweeteners for the tea. The cups should be designed with Rococo 18th century French royalty cups. The scones can be various fruit flavors.
She mentioned to prepare the tea , to boil the water. Then when the guests come, to “put the kettle on” She continued explaining to boil the water in the tea kettle. She emphasized it was crucial the water boil to infuse the tea just right, to guarantee full bodied flavor, potency. Then next she explained to put some into the pot, to warm it. Next teabags or loose tea. Pour more water into the teapot. Use a tea cozy to ensure a warm cup. Let the cup sit for at least three minutes. Then let the company enjoy, Lets cherish our high tea together”
There are major mixed emotions regarding my dear friend and colleage Auntie Carol’s decision to start a charm school for wayward teens. I realize she means well. Does she want me to give up my dream of obtaining my MSW Or as that crude Wanda Lust would say mealy mouthed snotty whackjobs. Neither of them understand how important my MSW is to me. I do want to help those unfortunate freaks my gentleman friend Seymour Toze and I saw in Intercourse PA. At that “World’s Cheapest Freak Show.” Can you imagine going through life with a deviated septum? Oh Heaven forbid a Texas accent? Oh the utter horror. I was so heartened by that woman with the permanately curved little fingers finding work as a tea server at the local snack shop. It was so noble of that PA town to showcase those miserable dears.
I do wish Auntie Carol my best. She is right. I am troubled by the waywardness of our young women and their counterparts. We did dress well. She in pink and me in lavender. We wanted to make a proper impression on the high school’s superintendent. I am certain our dainty gloves and suitable fashionable hats helped immensely with setting up a favorable impression.
I was bursting with pride when Auntie Carol instantly picked up on how that teen girl said “Whatever” Obviously that was a desperate cry for grammar help. Her rules for proper young ladies are good ones to me. I’m just hoping I obtain my MSW too
“World’s Cheapest Freak Show”
Lady Lynda and Seymour carefully perused the community listings in the local newspaper as they sat on the Victorian style brocade magenta hued divan. Suddenly after perusing the various types of events one particular one caught their eyes. “Dare I deign to say its in Intercourse PA.
Its billed as the “World’s Cheapest Freak Show.” “Now we can enjoy a freak show like the golden days of the circus side show. Come One , come all.”
“Look what’s happening in “Intercourse PA” Lady Lynda said to Seymour. Seymour replies “Oh Lady Lynda I am aghast. I thought you wanted us to save ourselves for marriage. I developed my toe fetish as a compromise. To escape doing the disgusting but only if married, with you.”
“I meant the town of Intercourse PA. ”
“Oh I am so relieved. What’s there?
“Reminds of the time we went to Brattleboro VT. There was a zoo with a full grown deer the size of a cat. There was a mini horse the size of a cocker spaniel. Awwww so cute. An male albino peacock, train and all. What gorgeous ruby red eyes.” There weren’t that many animals but what we saw were real stunners.”
“Oh I see, you’re presuming this exhibit won’t show that many differently formed folks but the one’s they will be real doozies.”
“You get the picture my sweet love? “Do you want to go?”
“I think I do. Remember last night we watched the 30s movie cult classic “Freaks” The one directed by Todd Browning who directed “Dracula” with Bela Legosi. From a story by Tom Robbins “Spurs” They were really freaky there. the half boy whose body stopped at the ribcage and the fat lady, the Siamese twin sisters who looked like they were stapled together, Dorothy and Violet Hilton, the other Hilton sisters, the bearded woman, the ultra thin man, the pinheads, the He she and so many others. Oh those Hiltons were really close to each other.Not nearly as close as we are. You know the fat lady reminds me that reassuring guidance counselor at the special school in Allentown. He told super fat Mike as long as there was a side show he’d never fear unemployment. Do you know where the train schedule is?” “Yes I do” replies Lynda. With that she gets the timetable and they check it out.
They get to the Intercourse PA train station in ninety minutes. They notice plastered throughout the station and just outside it, posters for “The World’s Cheapest Freak Show.” The two check out one of them and they discover its a short walk from where they are.
“Well here we are the world’s cheapest freak show.” Let’s see if it lives up to its name”
They enter the exhibit. “I am really glad I’m here. Ever since I was little I was fascinated with freaks. When I was six my parents gave me a book with photos of a two headed turtle and two headed snake. I remember seeing “Ressurection” movie on TV and a little boy pets a two headed snake. “Speaking of snakes does that remind you of anything?” “I deign say so.”
The tape is narrated by the actress Megan Fox who was born with stubby thumbs. With her melliflous voice she explains that due to the economy the major freaks moved on. This is all the town can afford. She tells the listener to turn right and walk a few short steps to the first exhibit where a pleasant looking young man is standing. He is dressed in a dark brown wool blazer with a blue and white thin vertical striped cotton shirt. He is wearing Gap jeans. He wears clunky brown shoes with white socks. His nose is somewhat large but not so much to be disconcerting. Dark brown hair and eyes. Lady Lynda being too too shy to ask herself, asks Seymour to question him. Toze wanting to please his Lady Lynda inquires why he’s there. “Unfortunately I developed a deviated septum. The bone and cartilage dividing the two nostrils is crooked. Oh the terrible unfairness of an invisible disability. If I was crippled, blind, a hunchback people would understand. But no I had to be born with a physical deformity nobody would know unless I tell them. Its so terribly unfair.”
Feeling deeply sorry for him they leaves. Toze mentions he won’t sleep tonight thinking of that poor unfortunate soul.
Next they notice a tall stout woman singing from the opera “Die Kluge” best known for the Opera singer Elizabeth Schwartzkopf. Her composure, atttiude is overbearing. Her completely tone deaf voice booms as she walks through the exhibit hall. Lady Lynda winced as she recalled each April Fool’s day her elementary school principal would play a recording of Florence Foster Jenkins giving free opera concerts. This women now was even worse.
The twosome next entered the exhibit’s snack bar. They see a woman with crooked little fingers serving the tea. She tells them she is grateful the local voc. rehabfor her current workk. She told them she found her true calling. She was born the way she was so she could be accepted as a professional tea pourer. She tells them she was constantly being fired from her typing jobs because of being born with little fingers she was incapable of straightening out. She lets Lynda and Seymour know its medical term is “Camptodactaly”
All the while, while Lynda and Seymour and others are walking throughout the exhibition a woman constantly bumps into them. They try to steer her in the proper direction. But as they do so, no matter how many times they try to redirect her, she winds up right back bumping into them. They realize she is part of the show. She is the woman with absolutely no sense of direction. She wears brown leather and white saddle oxfords with white anklet a cotton flared skirt just below her knees, with an elephant print, carnation pink long sleeved woolen top. Her posture is constantly leaning forward as if she is in a hurry. She wears thick horn rimmed tortoiseshell glasses. Her features are pointy, sharp. She goes by the name of Molly Sue Pendergrass.
Next the two comes across a man with Texas accent. He is wearing a Stetson hat, mahogony red cowboy boots with gold spurs, a red , white and blue flannel shirt. On his shirt is a Nascar fan button. He wears Wranglers Jeans. He’s 6’3 and built. He’s rugged looking like a middle aged Clint Eastwood. His thick Texas twang is so exotic to the locals. He is seen as a fascinating curiosity. They’ve never seen anything like him. They presume he’s from some exotic land.
Just then the local hermaphrodite noticed Seymour. The freak yells at him “Trying to get cop a feel. Look at those knockers at that babe.”
“You mind your own business you disgusting freak. I’ll tell you what you can do…. You can go f. yourself.”
The Hermaphrodite sneers You’re just jealous because I can”
“Lady Lynda is the one for me” responds Seymour Toze.
“Oh Seymour my hero. my dear, you are so clever”
“Thank you my darling. I think we’ve seen enough of this place. Let’s find our ways out of here so we can be together once more.
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.