#376...catfight!

So it seems that a somewhat frilly amateur has taken it upon himself to stand up against the one true queen - I admire his bravery - butt of course - we all know, I can run faster in high heels than he can....and therefore - with the good help of my devoted and loyal subjects - together we will win this race for the coveted fake jewel encrusted crown. 

And remember - if, my loyal subjects happen to fail me - well - there will be hell to pay...by me?   ooh, no, no, no...that would be too easy.... 

That "queen" will make everyone wear too much makeup and garments befitting a clown in a dragqueen circus....

therefore - you have been warned.

verily. 

do take heed, and with much haste.

time is of the essence, and besides - my back is not as hairy as his....do you really want to elect a queen with a hairier back than mine? 

think about it. 

The future of journal land depends on you.  Defend it immediately.

                                                              

 

Still not decided?  we'll lets recap, shall we?........

 

It was Sir Greggeth's comment that started it -

LMAO!!! God I love you!! You just keep merolling!!!! Brilliant entry, full of the style which has made you most famous! Watch your back though (literally in this case) for Sir Albert the San Francisco Treat surely does breathe down thine neck fair Queen! Good luck! :-)
Comment from goldenchildnc - 7/19/04 1:29 AM

Yes, Queen Flo, heed Sir Greggeth's words of caution.  I've got a big ol' glittery flavor-packet of San Francisco spices that OOZE Grandiosity, plus I've got my official DSM-IV diagnosis as a backup plan.  So don't dust off the spot on your mantle for this award JUST YET...   Albert/Madame G.
Comment from lamove04 - 7/19/04 1:54 AM

That may be, mah leetle bearded queenwannabe - but at least *my* c-cups aren't filled with birdseed...

unlike you dear alberta - true grandiosity is not purchased at a tag sale - it's inbred...er, it's in the genes, i mean...
Comment from floralilia - 7/19/04 2:00 AM

I'll have you know, my monthly Flo, that I purchased my breasts for FULL-PRICE at Petco!  What strip-mall plastic surgery chain did yours, and did you get the 1/2-price-off Lipo job while you were there?  (sorry this had to get so ugly so quickly, lol!)  --Albert/Madame G.
Comment from lamove04 - 7/19/04 2:08 AM

actually my dear alberta - i am the fairest of the fair faeries au naturally. Strip malls, like male drag queen strippers are commonplace, and hence have no place in the grandiose society.  but of course, YOU wouldn't know that, would you - you frilly amateur!  ah fhart in your general direction sir!
Comment from floralilia - 7/19/042:14 AM

Horrible Florrable:  "Beano" works wonders on those "gassy" days.  Not that Madame G. has problems with flatulence herself, just that she's seen the commercials while turning thechannel to PBS...  Albert
Comment from lamove04 - 7/19/04 9:05 AM

Smiling softly - but yes, my good dame Alberta - this queen - YOUR QUEEN - can and does - in appropriate circumstances, fhart - at will.  The ridiculous product called "Beano" obviously defeats the purpose of said royal talent and is therefore completely unnecessary in the true grandiose society.  But then, you should have already known this, eh?  Tsk!.. tsk!....amateur, again I say!

Surely, if you were of genuine, and not store bought stock - you too, would be able to command complete control of even your most basic of autonomic bodily functions.

Obviously such talents are reserved only for royalty of the most highest order. Try as you might, but such feats of grandiose character are NOT something that can be learned on the public television stations - bbc or otherwise.   - To question my pointed flatulence once again only goes to show that you are not even familiar with the sacred and closely guarded gradiose rules of conduct.
Comment from floralilia - 7/19/04 1:06 PM