tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110780272011-04-21T21:10:16.484-07:00Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08526343341910107271noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078027.post-1109360774490979472005-02-25T11:45:00.000-08:002005-02-25T11:46:14.493-08:00Have you ever wanted to know how Donald Trump smells? Me, I've always assumed he would smell like burning hair and Brill Cream, with a delicate hint of crusty old guy. But according to <a href="http://thymewarp.com/">Krista</a>, he smells of dish soap and rotting fruit.<br /><br />Who knew?<br /><br />We went to lunch today, and she escorted me into the Douglas cosmetics where she made fun of me for spending $28 on pressed powder. The over-enthusiastic shopgirls kept asking us if we needed anything. Finally, one of them uttered the magic phrase, "<i>Would you like to smell The Donald?</i>"<br /><br />Well...who wouldn't want to sniff the splendiferousness of Donald Trump?<br /><br />Alas, I could not make myself take a whiff. But Krista took one for the team, and reported back on the piquant mix of Dawn and fly-infested pears. <br /><br />I did, however, have the pleasure of smelling Britney Spears. Just as I suspected, there's latex, dirty underwear, and wet dog involved. It was not good.<br /><br />The shopgirl was probably not thrilled when we both lurched out of the store in a stank-infused stupor, laughing like hyenas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078027-110936077449097947?l=peskyapostrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08526343341910107271noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078027.post-1109348240846604232005-02-25T08:10:00.000-08:002005-02-25T08:17:35.433-08:00This is what I'm reduced to -- posting the <a href="http://www.feministe.us/blog/archives/2005/02/25/friday-random-ten/">random ten</a> on my emergency blog.<ol><li>Supermodel - RuPaul</li><br /><li>Jumpin, Jumpin - Destiny's Child</li><br /><li>How Deep is Your Love - BeeGees</li><br /><li>Touch Me, I'm Sick - Sonic Youth</li><br /><li>American Girl - Tom Petty</li><br /><li>Choice - Orbital</li><br /><li>I Don't Like Mondays - Boomtown Rats</li><br /><li>Groovy Train - The Farm</li><br /><li>Love Train - The O'Jays</li><br /><li>Isolation - Joy Division</li></ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078027-110934824084660423?l=peskyapostrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08526343341910107271noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078027.post-1109347482364597542005-02-25T08:04:00.000-08:002005-02-25T08:04:42.366-08:00So this is a testy mctest of the testicles...er, the pesky emergency system.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11078027-110934748236459754?l=peskyapostrophe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08526343341910107271noreply@blogger.com0