Apr 10 2009
Birthday by Binky (or: Why I’m So Blessed To Have Friends Who Are Clinically Insane)
Considering I’m still on featured tour and Pat, Karen and Sally are still watching, I write this post with great trepidation that they may find me undeniably retarded (of course, they probably won’t as they may relate in great measure to the state of insanity that is a writer). But I just had to post this for great reason.
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Before I continue with this post, let me again remind you, as part of this tour, that Pat has hosted me here and here and here. On the 12th and 13th, Sally Hanan will also be featuring me on her own site. It’s going to be a fabulous time.
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And we’re back to our regularly scheduled program.
So…Birthday by Binky. Let me put it this way.
It’s my birthday today! Yes. It’s true. And I’m turning 19 years old (okay, that’s a lie, 23 years old…. Only…. with 8 years added onto that…. Yeah). And let me just say how amazing it is to have such clinically insane friends. They keep life interesting. Yes. They do. I couldn’t be happier. I want to shoot Binky in the head, but I couldn’t be happier.
In fact, if I see another clown–anywhere, even on TV, or even two blocks down–I will literally spew. Spew chunks. Big chunks. Clowns are evil. They are spawns of Satan (not any of you Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus associates, though–you guys are okay in my book). They are the seeds of evil. Trust me. See for yourself.
Oh. And thank you, Maniacal Movie Man (we’ll just call my one particular clinically insane friend who sent me this just today by that ‘title’ so as not to reveal his true identity. I cherish him dearly. And I don’t want him killed.) for sending me this video–even though I’m actually now ten times dumber than I normally am.
Taco Supreme. Enjoy.
