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R.I.P. Michael Clarke Duncan
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
7:17 am
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Tagged: heart attack, Michael Clarke Duncan, omarosa, r.i.p.
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Michael Clarke Duncan passed away yesterday at Cedars-Sinai hospital. He was 54. So sad. 
He suffered from a heart attack back in July and was never able to fully recover. Some of you may remember him from The Green Mile, Armageddon, The Whole Nine Yards and many other big films. So sad. His fiance, Omarosa (a Gasmii favorite…) is absolutely heart broken. She told Radar, “I am devastated…He was the love of my life.”
He seemed like such a sweet big man. He will be missed.
R.I.P.
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He was so talented and such a beautiful smile. This is shocking and sad.
I loved him in the Green Mile. RIP!
This news absolutely broke my heart. He was one of my favorite actors. I can’t believe he was with Omarosa – I guess Paula Abdul was right about opposites attracting.
What a sad shock. And I’m kinda ashamed to say…Omarosa?
He was the only reason I watched The Finder. I must say,the show bored me unless I heard his sweet deep voice. Only then did I look up from my computer and watch. Even G-d will have to listen now.
So sad. He was an amazing actor.
I was surprised by the Omarosa thing too. She’s such a fame-whore.
Omarosa saved him while performing CPR on him. He had a heart attack earlier this summer and they were to be married in January. They’ve been together quite awhile now.
Whatever motherfucker! One of my favorite lines by him. So sad
I think Omarosa played into the bitch character because he really loved her, it was evident anytime he did a radio interview and they mentioned her.
MS-I’ve only heard the name-so- perhaps she was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside and could only be herself with a select group. It’s not uncommon.Opposites attract. But are they really opposites? I never really think so. I’ll bet their core values were the same. The side she didn’t share -and was more obvious in him- were identical.But with one person, she was able to let down her guard.
My husband and I were both 21 when we got engaged.I was a theatre and dance major and he was a Solid State Physics T.A. with his Master’s Degree.He was from India and had no style whatsoever -well of course not. He was used to custom made clothes,silk or cotton,no idea what size he even was or where to get a haircut. I saw a lump of coal with a diamond inside.He actually had pink pants that made noise. My friends had no problem with race-and this was 1972- but they said A Frickickin’ PHYSICIST? What was wrong with me?
So Omorosa-you are thinking,such a nice guy,what was he doing with such a mean woman I suppose. I don’t know. I’ve never seen her-just her picture. But you’re also thinking -ew,he’s sort of,not young and not hunky either. But I’ll bet what they both wanted was the same thing. My heart goes out to the dear woman.
@KM, not hunky? OMG I fell in love at first sight in the Green Mile. That face, that voice, that… can’t just put it into words… that je ne sais quoi.
Agreed. There must have been something there.
I had a feeling posters would come to her defense. So, I learned something new today. Omarosa was, in fact, NOT a raging bitch-face liar who accused people of being racist on national tv for no real reason. And, people are acting on reality shows – shocker!
And, Kart – I totally get your point. But, I do think he was quite hunky.
I’m sure she was a fine person, and my heart goes out to her.
Did he have a heart condition? Isn’t 54 young for a heart attack?
I did not catch one Dingo in that whole post. DAMMIT!
John Coffey, best character he ever played IMHO. Loved him. Pink pants or not.
I don’t think I would describe him as hunky either; I always found him extremely comforting. Maybe it was because I read the Green Mile books long befor seeing the miniseries, so I always ascribed those “gentle giant” qualities to him. And he is the only reason I watched The Finder. When I heard that show was cancelled, my response was “Great, where will I get my MCD fix now?” I can’t think of a single thing I saw him in that wasn’t made better by his presence. He was a great performer and will be missed.
@ saggitariuskim — Sadly many Black men are prone to heart issues regardless of their health. He had even become a vegetarian a few years ago for health reasons but if you have a predisposition for any major issue, there’s only so much you can do.
My dad died at 51 of a heart attack and he was so white he glowed in the dark.
Hunky is a matter of taste, not to mention opinion. I’ll take his brand of gentle hunkdom over the pretty boy cookie-cutter/ muscle bound lunk so-called hunks any day.
So there. Sparkle dingo with a side of fries.
Thank you.
The Green mile book on tape is ah-maz-ing!
Gypsy,Sub-My mis-match weighed 125 lbs at the time. He’s now up to 135. I didn’t go for muscles- since I was 108 lbs, I chose brains and the nose-and I prefer short men-or as my family calls them-average height. And hearts? You never know? My father died of a Myocardial Infarction at 56.He smoked and he love a good Hungarian diet of sausage and beer.When he had his first heart attack,he stopped smoking and probably improved his diet,though I doubt Doctors saying much in the 60′s about much except alcohol and salt. He didn’t drink “alcohol”-he had beer and wine with soda. And he loved to go for walks. No-what killed him was unhappiness and the war. He wanted to go home-Europe,and he was haunted by his service in the German Army and the Hungarian Navy;not by what he did, but what he couldn’t do and what he saw. My stringbean husband needed a physical in 2006 for a job as CTO and it called for an angiogram which led to an immediate angioplasty and stent and 6 weeks later,he was behaving very oddly and I determined he’d had a stroke. It took me all day and most of the night to get him to the emergency ward. The cardiologist was a useless piece of /-complete waste of time. Note-people who are having strokes are often combative. I drove him to the ER and said he was going in and I would sit in the GD F car but yes-he was indeed going in.He was 55. Our diet consists of a lot of Indian food, oatmeal with cinnamon,quinoa, fruit,skinned chicken, ground turkey, shrimp, lentils,a variety of nuts,we buy onions in 50 lb bags and buy spices by the pound including turmeric which they keep saying is the one spice everyone should use. And Indian cooking calls for ginger and garlic so I have 2lb jars of both in the fridge.All of these foods are good for you. So-sometimes it’s just the luck of the draw. Bad people seem to live long lives. Maybe even G-d’s getting lonely-or out numbered by the bad guys.
@KM, it just goes to show you.
I’m so sad, he was one of my favourite actors ever – and unfortunately, very underrated. 54 is so young, poor guy. RIP.
He looks like he’d give amazing hugs.
@georgiababe: If there is life after death, I’m going to demand a hug from Michael Clarke Duncan immediately upon entering heaven.
One of the most underrated actors out there. He’ll truly be missed.
Hope you get a front row seat at Mouseville, John Coffey.
Snowshoe- so we share-dadlessness. Ja-not so good. And “glow in the dark” is my line. I’m quite positive,considering who I married. (My daughter calls herself a “full-on brownie” or a HinJew). I just call her “spawn of Satan” till #3 grew up. I record Craig Ferguson every night and watch him every morning. MCD went to Scotland for a week with Ferguson this spring to tape his show there. Craig did a tribute to him this morning and showed some film that wasn’t previously aired that week.I’m hoping they show more outtakes. My husband saw who it was I’d been talking about and his face fell,” Oh him.” meaning “the nice person.” I think that’s how all of us think of him primarily-the big,nice guy who made you smile.
I love Stephen King. His style of writing always makes the characters in his books come alive for me. I actually get attached to them as if they were real. Michael Clarke Duncan WAS John Coffey (like the drink ) to me.
Mouseville. *sniff*
Is this dingo a troll and we’re all falling for it??? My Gypsy BF who is of American Irish/Italian decent and is working on his Masters in Education and eats Elio’s pizza and drinks Budweiser by the truckload/nothealthyfood/ says there is some trolling likely here. Me, the pre-law, Financier says I can’t tell if it’s psychosis of the thread or NWMTV playing a cruel cruel joke on the pleebs of America. I am dreaming I am at an internet cafe in the 90′s, maybe an extra in the movie Singles and listening to Julia Child on tape in my casette player, cooking with sherry while wearing the most beautiful flannel button down Nirvana could ever throw into a mosh pit and Doc Martin’s one could afford. I was thinking about 90210, you know the original one before the wasted youth of today ruin the current one and thought about Shannon. Dohoerty to you all. What if she didn’t leave 90210, would Kelly “Valerie” Kopowski be as venemous? Would she have the same bite? Who can say? We’ll never know. But what we do know is that my Gypsy BF who is finishing his masters and also went to school for Graphic design likes the 90210 Old Navy commercials and thinks Kelly should have picked Luke and not the luxurious jeans they sell in all types of washes and styles. Seems silly of her but since she is blonde and prone to pastels and seems she is doomed for failure. Failing makes me think of MDC’s heartfailure and how you can never tell when you’re number is up but if you work hard enough and are smart enough (with degrees and spices) dammit, people WILL like you. And that my friends makes me rest easy at night.
@Gypsy, I understand. I understand. It is so, sadly, true, especially when the snarking is said and done with the Dominos Extra large with anchovies and extra sauce.
Sparkle baby!
Stop being an attention whore KM. This is not about you.
AMEN!
@Gypsy A KM fever dream at its best! Kudos!
I read somewhere that Kelly actually may have chosen Dylan over the lovely jeans from Old Navy, but it turns out they’re only working on a sitcom together. They should do a revamp of Three’s Company with Shannen Doherty! Now that would be must-see-tv!
@Gypsy: *slow clap*
BRAVA!
Gypsy-et all of ya- you can all get the clap- Daechten Sie Ihre Scheisse schmeckt wie Apfelsosz?
Too soon?
@KM, ja, es ist wahr. Und dich?
Meinen sie vielleicht, “sie’? Veil wir haben nie Schweine zuzammen gezuechtet. Wenn wir freundlich wuerden
seihen,koennten sei saggen , Und du? Aber ebenso sind wir Feinde. Ja? Das wollen sie so. So,Ja,da haben sie was sie am meissten wollten. Jetzt kanst die Pappen halten-und das is nicht Deutsch-so finden sie es so leicht wie Zwechsken oder Kopfpolster. Pfui.
Servus.
Hein?
Are you declaring War on us in German? Somehow I feel that is VERY offensive. Could be me, could be oh WWII…who can say really.
@Gypsy, prolly just me. I was rude. Being sleepy is no excuse not to be civil, and I apologise. Auf English.
@KM, you don’t make a whole lot of sense in German, never mind English.
So bummed to hear about Michael Clarke Duncan passing away. When I worked on Armageddon and we were heading to set in the badlands of South Dakota, someone asked what the Armadillo looked like (it was a big vehicle they used on the asteroid). I replied to the person, “it’s that big black thing over there.” To which MCD stopped me and said, “Hey, I’m the big black thing on this movie!” ♥ Gone too soon.
@Luscious, you are so lucky to have known him. And you made him sound just as sweet as we all believe he was. Know he was.
I saw this when someone on Facebook quoted (incorrectly and spelled wrong, I might add. Blasphemy) John Coffey. I was as in shock as I was when Marissa Cooper died – and I’m not saying that in jest. Totally blindsided. How sad!
What a great story Luscious!
@Snowshoecat, not to worry I used a German to English translator and NONE of what she wrote made an iota of sense. You on the other hand made perfect sense.
^She’s trying to use Austrian dialect…not very successfully, I might add.
Voi vue Schreibfehler, du alte Schoasstrommel! Na, jetzt ka’ma aber richtig Deitsch bluppern, goe?! Pfiat di’!
Danke gnadige Frau!
Dang Nads…you got a comment war in Deutsch!
Meta!
Look bitches-Austrian is NOT a dialect. Gnaedige Frau-since you’re missing the umlaut, and Die Frau-knows Qwatsch. You can use the translator programme back and forth all you want. I do it all the time when I get letters from home. Try it 3 times and it becomes gobbledygook. Not a dialect. you know why I get discounts and gifts and hugs the minute I set foot in Wien? (In a sari?) it’s not my perfect accent,or reading or writing which I never learned since I was 3 1/2 when we fled for our lives. It’s because they recognize an aenliche saele. Now possibbly i don’t get everything right. I’m crying most of the time because the dentist has been pulling my teeth and while I speak English und schlug Vicodin 8 mal and wait for the sherriff to throw us out of the house,
Pardonnez moi,I am auch watching, Pavitra Rishta and Jhansi Ki Rani and Punar Vivah.
Und deine so gennante “Frau” is nur Gesindl” ( don’t bother looking it up- it means white trash.) The words she used aren’t German-they really are gutter German to prove she can’t tell the difference between Austrian and German.
Pancake-for instance-is Pfannkuchen in German- literally Pan cake . That’s why,as a child,when tornados were supposed to be “funnel clouds”-I thought G-d would smite me with a giant frying pan,
(Had you an ounce of wit-you would find this amusing. Sadly-my I.Q. is- 67 points higher than the national average- Okee-dokee? P e r h a p s t h is is why I speak s l o w l y andyoustilldon’tfuckinggetit. HM???
Too soon?
Also-I’d been e-mail to Berlin and Salzburg part of yesterday trying to discover where my last order of Trachten Klieider were. Between the Hindi,German,Austrian, Gypsy Kings on my I-pod,Bombolya? and smattering of BONGfrom the Fucking Bengali husband wandering around the house getting ready to observe his Ma’s death day-well-gee-the vicodin won-or the Soma,or the Butrans,or the Bankruptcy court,or the coked out lawyer we payed,take your Verdammte pick. Fevered dream? Are you serious? I’m losing my home.I can’t stand up long enough to empty the dish washer. The receptionist wearing fishnets I bought 46 years ago at Zayre’s Dept.Store for .69 and was teased for wearing -by idiots JUST like you- tries to embarrass me by asking repeatedly and LOUDLY ,”so this is the money you have to pay. Is that a problem? ” No No No.I always carry $12,000 with me.
So I tell the bitch with the green fingernails-Dentist-private room,or I’m leaving. I’m not financing your next Prius.
No-my little bitches-I have no problems. I am Tina. Read between the fucking lines. I am Tina with a really shitty childhood, no loving stable home (so sorry to actually attempt a human connection Shoe-how very Demo of me.) Now let’s all hold hand and hum “We are the world.” No-Blazing Saddles-Let Der Schwarzers circle by themselves.
Too fast for you again? Oy-so start from the beginning. Read it over again. Take notes. Divide it into manageable sections. Don’t you ever get tired of being mean? Just think-you’re about to be a part of history! Imagine the look on my dentist’s face when I said I just wanted one tooth on one side and one on the other so I could eat-a little-not make her rich. Ah-all sympathy-they all are-and John-er,husband dear,said he wanted me to have whatever I needed. Now hear this. I have no intention of leaving this house alive.Oops.
The last time I said that the police showed up at the door. Wow-Dear ASC- wouldn’t it be simpler to modify our loan? ROTFLMAO. Some Chinese investor is going to buy my house of 16 years even though we tried to make payments,tried everything we were supposed to do. But they’re a superstitious people and I’m pretty sure the report of a hanging dead unwanted bitch will ruin this deal and a few others. And at last,John, or whatever husband,will be rid of the wicked witch. But whatever will all of you do? Will you have to place an ad? ” Butt of our jokes;outsider, someone ideal for bullying, wanted. Only the needy need apply. Beaten down by everyone else? Remember-strength in numbers-AND YOU-ha-are all alone- Right Tina?
Just like well-always.
You-my bitches, keep the battered women’s shelters filled. There’s a drop-off on Monterey in Morgan Hill iƒ you need one-right across from The Goodwill. You remind me of my–well- entire life. No wonder-My life-too stupid- who cares-what ever. But by attacking me-a real person,not a fake person,you erred.. You hurt my real feelings. I have been hurt for 58 years of my life and tried every day to make someone happy. I give money to
homeless people-lately because I’ve been evaluating spots under freeways each and every night,can we live there? Does it get wifii-what the hell is wifii? Are there snakes under the bushes? Should I read more Hunger Games books? Would Heinlein be a better choice? Suicide-still the best option. I already downloaded the correct hangman’s noose. So much crap to remember. I dream of living on the street.I dream about the sheriff at the door. I dream about the neighbors who never spoke to me in 16 years,laughing as we try to pack. Our children,said the dentist,will be coming home for Christmas.
Not my children.Not John’s children. No He had 2 princesses. Senior princess and Junior Princess. And while he worked his usual 7 day weeks from 8 to 11 and often on weekends,I had the TKW,Dance class,pre-school, and worked for him,remodeled his house and the office and did HR. I even interviewed engineers and did purchasing up until the day I gave birth and 2 days later-New Year’s Eve -then cooked the traditional (Ask Frau Gesindel) NY’s Eve Sylvester Schmaus:
A selection of sausages-Knacker,Bratwurst, Polish, Wiener
Semmeln/Kaiser Senf/Mostrich/Rettig
Deutsches Kartoffel Salat
And-what no house does without -Krapffen-homemade jam filled donuts.
Till I was worn out,torn up,and too tired.
My neighbors? Couldn’t give a damn.
Where do you think I live?
Ah- John and Tina don’t live just anywhere-no.
We live in a goddamn fucking Country Club.
I picked it for the view-Cows and little rose breasted birds.
I don’t know what he picked it for.
Status? Lol-married to Tina-that would never be possible.
“Tina” wears saris and talks to the gardeners
And Tina just wanted to sit in the couch and watch her cows.Poor stupid Tina.
Time to buy some rope Tina. I think he’s been stringing you along long enough. Ha ha.
In fact -old John boy pretends to care but spends his spare time trying to find ways to trip you up
And over the cliff.And the “Princesses” with their 2 and 3 hour coffee breaks after school,with dear old dad-
Well-that’s getting a little old now-isn’t it?
No harm,no foul,no,well ,no paranoia now.
It’s a shame when things all start to make sense,the pieces fit together,and there’s no one left to tell-
Now isn’t it?
Yup. Just like elementary school,and junior High,and High School. I’m always the crazy one.
My mother-you bitches will love this-who spoke at least 6 languages and was a concert pianist,said it was because my brain worked faster than other and people were jealous. She should know,since she was a loner all her life. Her mother was the head mistress of Berlitz. Google. I still have the picture that the princess of Romania painted as a gift for her in gratitude for teaching her Russian. It is an oil painting of Snow White- about to prick her finger on the spindle. Even my father who was rather dull-witted,could speak French,German,Austrian,Hungarian, and smatterings of whatever countries he biked through,so,Italian.Slav, Latin. But Frau Winseln (new word-look it up) where did you find her? Rent a fake. For just this tiny little glimmer-I actually thought you bitches be humans for a change. So-you can’t figure out my German-it’s not from a Run Dick Run,see the ball. textbook. So you have to call it nonsense and consequently myself-ta-dah- nonsense. I so clearly remember having to give a speech in High school. I chose to give it on the classical guitar. I brought my guitar, gave my speech,attempted to enlighten my football-loving primates and they laughed-especially when I mentioned Segovia (a name they said I’d made up),Julian Bream, and James Yurgoutian,a contemporary classical artist whose family I had lived with for several years.Delusions. These were the same gems who told me soccer was a sissy sport and well-they were top class,really.
So I should have been ready for you. It’s just that some part of me keeps thinking one of you-just one,won’t set a trap in my yard to cut the paws off the cats.Or one of you will resist pouring urine in my kiddie pool because that’s so obviously wrong, (but then-it is Iowa-and you did want to make me feel welcome) and then I think-no really,how stupid-that none of you would really saw 1/2 way through the chains on a child’s swing just to let her know she really wasn’t welcome here. But you did. Even if I weighed -26 lbs? And there were all the other surprises,breaking my brother’s arms. Throwing him down an outhouse. Sure,he outscored you on every single IQ test but English -but that was ashitty thing to do-ha ha.
Tell your friend to clean up her act. She doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about.. Austria developed it’s own words and expressions for common items .They weren’t crude throwaways like Deitch-meaning Deutsch. This isn’t some made up excuse for bad languge like Ebonics.
Pfannkuchen=pancake-G/whereas in Austria,commonly,one eats Palacsinte-a Hungarian word
Pflaumen-plums-G/ zwetchken-A plums-This is the season for Zwetchken Knoedel
I have an entire dictionary that translates German to Austrian and there’s no crude washer woman talk like you darling Frau imagines. As my mother would say-she must be low German. Ein Wash Weib. 3 mal getauft.
Veruekt wie Til Eulenspiegel. Aber Ich war nur zwei mal getauft.R.K und Lutheran. Leider bin ich Juedisch.
I dare say Frau wouldn’t go near the places I go in Austria. They wouldn’t understand her. My accent is acceptable in Bad Ischl. It takes a day for me to get used to the accent in my home town. I was taught to speak from a mother born in Silesia. So,next time you want to quibble, find out what you’re talking about. Seriously,I’ve given up on you lot of pudding heads. I offered links,advice, I would have sent you free silk saris, but damn it, all you want to do is bully someone. And aren’t I the lucky one.I went head to head with the receptionist today,so I’m on a roll. Unlike you bitches-my name-isn’t how you can find me on the web. Hell-I’m not even on facebook So bye bye. I can’t say it’s been nice. Feel good about yourself? Great.
But you had your fun.
Oh….my…..god. I couldn’t even read half of that. You DO realize this is the internet, right? You people care far too much about others that you don’t know and probably never will. What a huge waste of time to write that thing.
“So bye bye. I can’t say it’s been nice.”
…….promise?
@Judgy, Promises, promises. She spills bile at all of us, except, I’ve noticed, Suburbint whom she seems to like. Otherwise it’s brag and bile, endless streams of it.
No, Judgy, we are not finished with our International Fame whore. She will be back wasting space.
I will try not to poke the hornets nest with a stick, but I can’t promise.
No ssc, she spews brag, bile, and then woe is me. Yes, Ms Potato Head will come back, she always does.
@Linda, I sit corrected. Too bad we can’t come up with a third b for the woe is me. I love alliteration.
Brag, bile and big bummer?
Whoaaaaaaaaa….KM spaces, paragraphs, and brevity are your friend.
@Klas-SAY, I think we cal all agree that KM never met a word, however inappropriate, she didn’t like.
Well, ssc, with the way she butchers them I’d said it’s more of a love/hate relationship.
@Linda, you mean she loves to (mis)use them and we hate to read them?
That shit cray!
And bitch, don’t call me a bitch, ok bitch? This is a RIP thread show some respect!
@Gypsy, I had to go back and read the rant (Eww) to find the reference to bitch.
My brain had exploded the first time around when I got to the Vicodin reference. I think the first bitch was meant for Die Frau. And possibly me.
How very white trash of you to call someone white trash.
Most of that was TL: DR and not it’s not b/c I have a subpar IQ but, I will not tolerate someone calling me a bitch or a fellow Gasmii of mine white trash for no good reason.
When you come back KM, I will ignore and I am sure that will bust your buttons far more than all of this attention (whoring-thank you labowner) has.
Ciao, Adios, Good-bye, Adieu, Farewell.
Sorry @SSC I think we posted at the same time. It’s safe to say KM has out Candice’d Candice, no?
I’ll bet the farm that wasn’t the Vicodin speaking that was straight up LSD.
To everyone else on the thread, as per usual, I will return to my regularly scheduled commenting in the traditional Gasmii dialect of harmless snarking and the occasional off topic comment war.
GYPSY OUT!
@Gypsy, before you go, I just had to say another thing about our esteemed KM. I finally slogged through the entire rant and wish I hadn’t
I was insulted by her using the term “low German” as an insult. Low German is Swabish, a north German dialect spoken by my family which I learned as a kid and have, sadly, forgotten. Low refers to the topography and not to the bad habits or morals of the inhabitants.
She is such a fick. (Female dick or prick. Take your pick.)
Ugh.
I love alliteration.
This doesn’t quite get the job done, but . . . braggadocio, bile, and the unbearable burden of being?
“No-my little bitches-I have no problems. I am Tina”
Isn’t Tina the mom’s name in American Gypsies?
Braggadocio, bile and babbling bitch
Read between the fucking lines.
No, thanks. It’s tedious enough to try to read ON the fucking lines.
Tina is a slang term for meth.
Now her rambling rants and pure dedication to the written word is starting to make sense.
Throw this in your final mix-If Obama says he’s president-is he a fame whore? or deluded? I speak high German. and Austrian and French,Bangla,Hindi,Marathi, will be working on Ungarisch, and something at all times. You think learning is intimidating? My mother was studying Spanish when she died at the age of 95. My MIL spoke Marathi,Bengali,Hindi, and she must have known some Arabic. She lived in Iraq when S. Hussein was there. He had a crush on my husband. But that’s a story I’ll never tell you. Not bragging. I DON’T NEED TO BRAG. The term in bangla is “hangli”. Have any more Fraus to look it up with? Hangli. To desire,with the tongue hanging out. I got that look a lot. you bunch are nothing new. 1st-my husband was the most handsome. Then,I was the prettiest wife. Then,our children were the nicest-another couple named their first 2 children after ours. But finally,our house was the most nicely decorated. It wasn’t the biggest or the best.It was simply the nicest. It was filled with antiques from India and Austria and Hungary and even the racist born-again Christians who came by and had to step over the threshhold-because I was deep-frying and said ,”come or I shut the door” walked in and said-,”why,it’s charming.” Yes. The inverted crucifix is in the other bathroom.”
You talk about reapect. I WAS RESPECTING A FINE PERSON. You made it personal. Not me.
You want to start a fight? fine. I’ll finish it.
NEVER AGAIN.
I did nothing wrong-but no fucking bully ever takes me on and walks away-not since the first preacher’s son swung a bat at my face and called me a Dirty German.
Not then. Not now. Not ever.
Got it?
It’s not Vicodin talking. It’s pain.
Run little mongrels. I know who I am and where I came from. I’m not bragging. I Simply AM.
Hitler couldn’t do it. You are a joke. Hasta la vista baby.
MCD-how proud he would be of you now.
I have 400+ saris and a generous heart. I have over 1,000 bindis and in all shapes and colors that I used to give to my daughters at their sleepovers along with henna tattoos. And antique toerings from Rajasthan from the jewelry shop I owned since my girls had no use for gold .One summer I handed out 200 pairs of earrings to their friends because it made them happy. My mother used to hand embroider satin handkerchief holders 12″x12″ gorgeous,for each of our teachers,every year .So lovely.Wasted on corn fed peasants. My mother was not only a concert pianist. She made our shoes by cutting her handbags apart and sewing them together again. She unraveled her sweaters and knit us new ones. My father wasn’t just a Master Sargeant in the Germany army. He was a courier to France. However,he somehow managed to steal ration tickets and distribute them to my mother and her relatives and a lot of Goldbergs and Goldmans and Siedlers that I later met in New Jersey.
You call everything bragging. We called it life. You dig up one low German who speaks a dialect 98% of the pop. neither respects or understands.I have a child’s book that mocks that very dialect-the lumbering Bernherdiner and the tiny Dackel. Shabash! Pretty petty pussy. I have a nice feral cat. She’s not socialized but she’s honest. And since sh’e come into me home,she’s never asked to leave. Meow. Fuck you. Another one for the brag column-right?-then at this-it’s the 4th cat that voted with her little tiny feet.
You would have seriously loved my garnets and smoky topaz.
Ah geeeeeee, KM. You said you weren’t coming back.
You PROMISED!!!!
Can’t trust anybody.
Prophecy: “No, Judgy, we are not finished with our International Fame whore. She will be back wasting space.”
Prophecy fulfilled: #60.
“You want to start a fight? fine. I’ll finish it . . . I did nothing wrong-but no fucking bully ever takes me on and walks away”
Or what? You hammer them to death with gibberish?
How long does it take you to type these diatribes KM?
so sad that a dedication to someone who was, by all accounts, an all around great guy got hijacked by a bitter old attention whore
I couldn’t agree more, @Mich. A good man and a great actor is no longer with us to give us such delight. Thank you so much for putting us back on track.
I was very saddened to read about MCD’s death. I loved him in everything he did and I truly feel for his family and friends. With that said, I have to say that I truly want to end every conversation with this line:
You would have seriously loved my garnets and smoky topaz.
You simply can’t argue with that.
@Plath, I never thought I’d see the day when a phrase would outdo “Sparkle Baby” in any of its incarnations.
You’re right.
The perfect signature for every email.
“I have over 1,000 bindis and in all shapes and colors that I used to give to my daughters at their sleepovers along with henna tattoos.”
Oh, yeah? When I was in grammar school, third grade, I had over two hundred glass marbles in various colors and sizes. Some were translucent and some were opaque, but they were all spherical except some may have had chips and nicks so that changed the shape somewhat unless they were smashed with a hammer then the shape was something entirely different more like a powder but I never tried to chew them as my teeth weren’t hard enough. I lost track of them, and have no idea where they are now, so I can’t prove that I had them you will just have to take my word for it and it’s not bragging because I touched them and held them and it was not just a dream. Maybe some are in my old pants pockets, but then where are the pants?
Bravo @Crank
*long slow clapping*
In spite of your having misplaced them at some point and being unable to account for them, we do know that you have all your marbles.
Yes, crankyguy, I, too, believe you to be well marbled.
@Linda, and he’s rare, too.
Yes I’m flirting. Please don’t mention this to Hubbycat.
it’s the most bizarre version of “i totally have a boyfriend, he just lives in canada” that i’ve ever seen.
Well done my Gasmii! WELL DONE!
I am so SO proud to be part of this strange unique and wonderful little corner of the interwebz.
“It’s, the MOST FUN!”
Does anyone else every get that song “Online” by Brad Paisley stuck in their head when reading the comments in the recaps…. Just me?
You would have seriously loved my garnets and smoky topaz.
Translation: I am so full of _____________ it is coming out of my ears.
Please feel free to insert your own vile noun on the blank.