Mindbling Brings Home Bacon, Fries It Up In Pan, Starts Small Fire…

 

I’m going to be honest with you. I am not what you would call domesticated. I don’t cook. I’m not saying I can’t cook. Of course I can cook. I am a college educated person who can read. But I don’t cook, simply because I don’t think it’s fun.

That’s sort of my life motto – If it ain’t fun, I’m not doing it. Things that aren’t fun – cooking, paying bills, cleaning, visiting the elderly. Things that are fun – drinking, anything you can do while drinking, waterskiing. You get the idea.

Wormy Tries to Get Her Sexy On

About 2 months ago, Chilla and I went to a burlesque show at The Rex. Let me sidebar by saying we are burlesque connoisseurs. We’ve seen them all over the city by multiple troupes but this one in particular did something none of the others had ever done.  Pole Dancing. The moment it started I was transfixed, as was the rest of the crowd.  People were standing and screaming and clapping and just going crazy for this act, keeping in mind that really no clothes were coming off…(well that’s not entirely true, I think bras might have been tossed.)   As I sat there watching this, all I kept thinking was “I want to learn this.  I want to do this. This is amazing!” Chilla was all for it, thinking he was going to reap some kind of sexy benefit from it.  So that night I started tweeting that I wanted to go to Pole Dancing classes and did anyone want to join me.  I had a great response, but when it came down to doing it, @V_Rock was my sole partner in crime…er, dance….

Tweets From Last Night – The BitchBurgh/Comic Book Pitt Edition

Last night we came together for the Second Annual Podcast Mashup of BitchBurgh and Comic Book Pitt. There were snacks, vodka and lots of wine involved. Its going to take a few days of editing to get the final product up and running but what happened after the camera’s went off is just as hilarious.  Hot Mama dropped me and Chilla off in the Southside to meet up with some of his friends visiting the ‘Burgh from England. More drinking commenced.  After a cab ride that would make  Evel Knievel jealous, we made it home and started drunk tweeting.  Its our favorite thing to do at 2am.

Hot Mama Hates The Morphine

Diagnosis? You are sick.

Greetings, Earthlings…Hot Mama here, coming to you live from outer space. I have been poked, prodded, and dosed with drugs. They have taken my blood and stuck fingers up my butt. The worst part is that they are not aliens…they are doctors in an emergency room. OHHHH, THE HORROR!!