OK! Here we go!
This is where I turn MY blog over to an unfortunate that doesn't have his own. Once again, I'll have to put a little English on it, and re-work (in some of the more egregious instances of English mangling mis-cues, add) some niggly little things like paragraphs, punctuation, grammar, and syntax.
No Big Deal! That's what us Bloggers of the Blog-o-sphere do.
Vance’s brother Dweebert here:
Vance’s brother Dweebert here:
As you know, Vance took a long long long vacation from his blog. All summer I wrote to him saying, “If you don’t add something to your blog I’m gonna have to do it for you.”
He said to me, “Dweebs, you dumbass, I’ll add something when I’m good and ready. Shut up.” (Did not. Ed.)
So I bided my time, allowing his fanbase to diminish to nothing (it was close to that anyway), and waited for him to tell me he had written something. He’s no Eugene O’Neil. Gene wrote even when he was dying and had Alzheimers so bad he couldn’t hold a pencil. Though, I must say, Vance’s stuff is almost as depressing. (!!! Ed.)
So now that he’s written something, I feel compelled to comment.
So now that he’s written something, I feel compelled to comment.
First of all, as smoldering as Laura Dern may be, she in no way compares to that GODDESS of the cinema, Anne Francis. Anne is so smoking hot that she reduces all other actresses throughout history to tepid. Just look at her! Those sultry eyes, those pointy hooters.
That’s hot!
No disrespect to Laura. She tries hard. She was in few good flicks, but she’s no Honey West. Let’s see Laura turn her jubblies into ice cream cones! (That IS disrespectful. Ed.)
I had a bunch of other things to comment on too, such as Vance’s pathetic work this summer at La Cabina Asombrosa del Mysterio and the fact that he never sends me money. But, after commenting on Vance’s exclusion of that babe of babes, that single bright star of the celestial firmament, Anne Francis, I no longer feel compelled to mention them.
Dweebert
No disrespect to Laura. She tries hard. She was in few good flicks, but she’s no Honey West. Let’s see Laura turn her jubblies into ice cream cones! (That IS disrespectful. Ed.)
I had a bunch of other things to comment on too, such as Vance’s pathetic work this summer at La Cabina Asombrosa del Mysterio and the fact that he never sends me money. But, after commenting on Vance’s exclusion of that babe of babes, that single bright star of the celestial firmament, Anne Francis, I no longer feel compelled to mention them.
Dweebert
There you have it! Another two cents from the Peanut Gallery. If I were you, I'd be piddling myself with anticipation about what will happen next on "What Do You Mean, Mace?" Click da linx.
4 comments:
Wow. Pictures and hyper links. What next? Videos?
You are wrecking your blog. Stop the insanity!!
It's about time you gave Anne Francis some blog-time. She's a mega-babe. She is one hot tamale. She doth teach the light bulbs to burn bright. She is an incandescent Venus!
Dear Mr. Vance,
As much as I appreciate the attention, I do wish you and your brother would cease and desist invoking my name and image in your blog. It's embarrassing.
Anne Francis
P.S. My hooters do not in the least resemble ice cream cones.
Gowsha, I do believe this entry is old and stale. When are you gonna regale us with something new? Are you going to add video to your blog? I'd like to see Peewee Hermann doing some kinda silly dance. Thanks.
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