All extremists must be killed...

Ironical, isn't it?

My friend has doth correctified me. Her name is MC GRAND Mix Master Rowdy Fouty. I stand corrected, as well as approximately 5'4" tall.

She sent me another contribution to the "I wish I had thought of that at the time" list. I'm glad she saves our emails, because it is quite obvious that I am brilliant, gifted, and again, 5'4' tall. Our memory moment (following an email where Grand Mix Master Routy Fouty was ONCE AGAIN upset at the whole men being men scenario) was like this:

I was also looking back at some previous e-mails we corresponded with and you wrote something about me hating men and some lesbian(s) getting a toaster oven and it went something like this:

"I am thinking at this rate (seeing as almost every message has the 'men are scum sucking, pond scuz sliding, shifty, egomaniacle, self-centered, hairy, sharp as marbles, lying, clueless, smell like damp ferrett, helpless to the one-eyed trouser snake, atavistic, bastard morons' theme), we lesbians will soon convert you, and we will all get a new toaster oven. Hooray!" (Jo Jo Bean, 2004)

Smell like damp ferret? I must have been drinking. I don't think I have ever smelled a damp ferret. I would remember that.

MC Grand Mix Master Routy Fouty (Holy Hell...I need a shorter nickname for her...)
likes to make up words. We discovered that you can add the suffix "inglyeristalville" to almost anything to lengthen a word. (No, you can't do that to lengthen body parts, Binks. Ha ha ha. Just kidding!) I was thinking of her today when I heard that Elvis song "A Little Less Conversation", which includes the lyric "ain't satisfactioning me." I think MC Grand Mix Master Routy Fouty enjoys that song. Now I truly understand why. The new name for the song is "A Little Less Conversationinglyeristalville." I have declared it to be so, and now it must be.

Goodnight! I'll be here all week.