My New Job!!!

I’ve decided that in the event I need another career, I’m going to work at a newspaper as an advice columnist. Sort of like a combination of Dear Abby and Dr. Laura (except I won’t be as b*tchy.) So in preparation, I've solicited a few letters.….let me know what you think!

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Dear Scout;

I am an extremely wealthy widow with two grown children. My problem is with my daughter.

My daughter stars in a reality show along with her husband and their two children. In just about every episode of her TV show, she manages to make some sort of comment about me and imply that I am a bad mother.

It really hurts. It hurts so much that I wrote a letter to her, put it up on my website and then called all the tabloids so they would write about it and everyone would feel sorry for me.

I've never seen my grandchildren and I have no idea as to where they live. I've had my people contact her people to set up a meeting so we can get this settled once and for all.

I'm not sure what her problem is. Her daddy gave her a starring role on one of his TV show years ago. Lord knows she wouldn't have gotten it any other way. Her daddy bought and paid for her boob job and had her nose fixed.

By the time he died, her dad had about 500 kagillion dollars. When I wrote, I mean *HE* wrote his will, he wasn't going to leave her anything because she was acting so ugly, but I told him he needed to eave her at LEAST $800,000. I thought be doing so we could have maybe have some semblance of a relationship.

But it was all for naught. Now I sit here in my 15.000,000,000 square foot home, with a bowling alley, swimming pools, golf course, and private airport and I am all alone with only 1000 housekeepers, 3 crews of groundskeepers, a security team, my hairstylist, my publicity agent, my personal assistant, my makeup artist, my personal trainer and my chef to keep me company.

I really want to repair my relationship with my daughter....do you know of another media outlet I can use to talk to my daughter?

Signed,

Sandy Snelling (not my real name)

Dear Candy….I mean Sandy;

You really need to grow up and get a life. This business about posting a letter to Tori...I mean your daughter....on your website? What kind of crap was that? Why didn’t you just go on national TV and read the letter? Oh wait….you did!

What I’m trying to say is what the h*ll were you thinking? I really think you two need to work it out privately, but since you both seem to be a couple of publicity wh*res, maybe you should book an appearance on Dr. Phil.

But prepare yourself, because I think after 5 minutes he's going to knock the sh*t out of both of you.

Good Luck!

Scout

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Dear Scout;

I am the star of a reality TV series and my mom’s a total beotch. I've really got a huge dilemma and you are the only one I can turn to.

I’m supposed to go to a movie premier next month. When it is my turn to walk the red carpet, would I look better with a smile or should I go with the pouty mouth thing?

Signed,

Lori Snelling (not my real name)

Dear "Lori":

Yeah, your mom is a total beotch.....you should hear what she says about you.

Anyway, I'd go with the smile, but don't show your teeth. Your head is kind of long and you might be mistaken for a horse.

If it makes you feel any better, Sarah Jessica Parker and Julia Roberts have the same problem, so you are in pretty good company.

Have fun!

Scout

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Dear Scout;

I am a business traveler and last month I was stuck on the flight from h*ll.

Our plane was stranded on the runway for 15 hours in Armpit, Nebraska. It was absolutely awful.

We ran out of peanuts, and I swear after having to use that plane’s toilet, I think some of these people work with you based on one of your previous posts. Did your company have some sort of convention there?

Anyway, what do you suggest I do to avoid this in the future?

Signed,

Captain Morgan

Dear Captain;

The solution to your problem is so surprisingly simple that I'm surprised it has not been used before.

There is a bill in Congress called the Passenger Bill of Rights, but everyone is too busy arguing about healthcare so it's going to be quite a while, I'm afraid before this bill goes anywhere.

Hopefully, you will not have to endure this situation every again....I kind of know what you've been through because believe me, I see that bathroom at work everyday and it's just scary.....and no, to my knowledge, my company did not have any events scheduled in Armpit, Nebraska.

Now, should this ever occur again, here's what you should do. You need to use it with caution! What you do is tell the pilot to radio the tower and tell them that all of the passengers and crew have taken the plane hostage, they are not allowing anyone to leave, and they are prepared to stay there all day if need be....then start singing "The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round," just to add to the hell.

Believe me, when they hear the word "hostage" they are going to have a negotiating team out there PDQ and begging y'all to leave.

When they do, y'all allow the women and children to leave in exchange for a nice steak dinner for the remaining "hostages." Don't make the mistake of settling for pizza! At least get a nice meal out of it.

After everyone has finished dinner, then have the pilot radio the tower and tell them that the remaining passengers and crew will be allowed to leave. By the time everyone figures out what happened, everyone will be off the plane. But you have to have 100 percent participation from everyone on the plane in order to pull it off.

Happy Traveling!

Scout

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Dear Scout;

Guess what? I’ve got my own reality series! My daughter is going to be so p*ssed when she finds out!

So, what mean and evil things should I say about her on my show?

Signed,

Sandy Snelling (not my real name)

Dear Sandy:

Why don't you say that her show sucks and leave it at that?

Oh, and then tell her that you and Shannon Daughtery have become best friends and she's like the daughter you never had.

Scout

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Dear Scout;

Did I mention that my mom is a total beotch? Anyway, back to my movie premiere.

Who should I wear? Vera Wang or Stella McCartney?

Vera Wang is like primo in the fashion world and is a household name.

But Stella Freakin’ McCartney is the daughter of Sir Paul McCartney….I heard that he was in a band that my mom used to listen to….I think they were called the Fleas, or the Maggots, or something like that.

Plus, her dad's a "Sir" and that's like almost next to a King, right?

And, with her dad being in the music business and all, he must have a ton of money and he might even be willing to produce a new reality show for me that's even BETTER than my mom's.

So....Wang or McCartney?

Signed,

Lori Snelling (not my real name)

Dear "Lori",

First off, Sir Paul is NOT almost next to a king and the name of the band was The Beatles.

As for the dress, I'd have to actually see the dress before I could tell you who to pick. Even the best designers sometimes make these freakazoid dresses just to get everyone talking about it.

But based on your letter, it sounds like you just want to suck up to Stella so you could have an in with her dad so it doesn't matter what I say...you're going to pick Stella.

Have fun at the premiere!

Scout

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Dear Scout:

I can't believe my daughter turned out the way that she did. I mean I spent a fortune hiring the best nannies to raise her and look how she turned out. She's just so ungrateful.

Anyway....I heard through the grapevine that my daughter is trying to get in touch with this fellow....I believe his name is Sir Paul McCartney.

A friend of mine told me that he is extremely wealthy, widowed, and being that he is a Sir...he's almost like a king or something.

I am also extremely wealthy, widowed, and I guess I can be considered to be Hollywood royalty because my late husband was nicknamed "The King of T and A TV".

So...is there any way that you can put me in touch with this guy, Sir Paul?

Signed,

Sandy Snelling (not my real name)

Dear Sandy:

I can certainly tell where your daughter got her smarts! As for Sir Paul, I know of him, but I have never met him personally.

While I can understand that you have some things in common, I think you might be in for a shocker.

You're right in that he is widowed, but he remarried a few years ago and that marriage ended in a rather nasty divorce.

If you are thinking of pursuing a relationship with Sir Paul, do not be surprised if he asks you to sign a prenup.

That skank Heather took him to the cleaners!

Good Luck!

Scout

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Dear Scout:

I'm mad as h*ll and I'm not sure exactly what to do. Several years ago, I costarred in a movie with a rather handsome actor. I can't tell you his name, because we're both rather private people, but it rhymes with Mad Snit.

Anywho, he was married at the time and blah, blah, blah, the next thing you know he left his wife for me! In the meantime, we've adopted a whole litter of kids, we had one together, we're not going to get married until California recognizes Prop 8, and for every magazine cover that his ex-wife appears on, we appear on four more.

At this point, you're probably thinking that I have it all and what could my problem possibly be?

Well, I've got a stalker. There's this girl that is trying to act just like me.

She's a famous singer and I can't mention her name here but it rhymes (uh-oh...I think I just gave part of it away!) well...her FIRST NAME sounds like "Pea Ann".

Anyway, she made a movie with this guy and left her husband. This guy left his wife and now "Pea Ann" and this actor have become an item. People are starting to talk about it and she is on magazine covers that me and Brad....I mean me and my guy should be on!

Next thing you know, she'll be adopting babies from Vietnam, Korea (both North and South just to make me look bad!), Kenya, Serbia, and Loganville and getting tattoos all over herself.

So....what can I do to make her leave town?

Signed,

A J

Dear A J;

I think all you need to do is go up to "Pea Ann" next time you see her and say "Boo!" cause you are one scary skank.

She'll run straight back to Nashville as fast as those little stick legs can carry her.

I'll keep checking out the magazine covers to see how it turns out.

Good Luck!

Scout

Book Reviews......

I've got a reading list going on my Kindle so I thought I would review what I have read so far. Actually, it's not so much of a review, it's more like what the book was about so you can decide if you want to spend the money.

In The President's Secret Service by Robert Kessler:
JFK was a perv
LBJ was a pig
Nixon was weird
Ford was a cheapskate
Carter was an a-hole
Reagan was really down to earth and nice
Bush 41 was nice; Barbara was mother-hen to everyone and a Secret Service favorite
Clinton...well, living with Hillary explained a lot!
Bush 43 was a regular guy
Obama is ok (so far)
Secret Service is overworked, underpaid, understaffed, and it's not what you know it's who you know.

Mancation, or Pete and Burt's Almost Gay Adventure in Baltimore by Noel Davis
I've only read a sample of this, but from what I've read so far, it's great! It's about a couple of straight guys who go on a vacation together to see a ballgame. But since they are traveling together, everyone just assumes they are a gay couple.

On Grandma's Porch by Debra Leigh Smith, et al
A collection of short stories written by various people reminiscing about life with their Grandparents. Some are funny, some are sad, but overall it's a great book if you want to read something light.

My Back To School Edition!

Now that school is back in session, I thought about writing about some of my more memorable teachers from long ago.

But then, I decided to do something a little different and write about the unsung heroes from school. No...not the lunchroom ladies, not the bus drivers, and not the principals.

I'm talking about (drum roll, please!) substitute teachers!

I went through the public school system from 1966 - 1978 and things were a little different back then. I think substitute teachers in 2009 are actually expected to teach. But back then, they were little more than glorified baby sitters.

Usually, substitutes were some kid's mom that was subbing solely for the extra $10 or $15 per day (if that much) that subbing paid.

For the most part, if you had a sub, she had already been in touch with the teacher and you knew the bulk of the class assignments were going to be reading a chapter or two from a text book on a given subject (math, english, etc.) and answer a few questions at the end of the chapter.

But let's face it, reading all day makes Jack (and Jill) quite ill little boys and girls and they start looking for ways to amuse themselves and each other. And it's all how the substitutes handled that sort of thing that makes them a member of an elite little club. I call it:

"The Substitute Teacher Hall of Fame".

1. Mrs. Hatfield - Mrs. Hatfield began her teaching career shortly after Noah landed his ark on Mount Ararat and I think she had retired the same year that Truman was elected President. I'll say this...that woman was one hateful, old bitty. If I had a nickel for every time she banged that Bolo paddle down on the desk and hollered out "HUSH UP", I'd be rich. She was one sub you didn't mess with.

Apparently Donnie N. didn't get that memo. One day as we were returning from lunch, she told us to get a book out and start reading chapter whatever. Well, Donnie decided he'd had enough reading for the day and said we needed to practice our singing. He then proceeded to sing one of the songs from our music books.

Mrs. Hatfield either did not appreciate music, or just didn't appreciate Donnie's interpretation of "Oh, Susanna!". She immediately grabbed her Bolo paddle, slammed it down on the desk and hollered "HUSH UP!" Donnie just ignored her and continued singing.

Mrs. Hatfield slammed the paddle down again and hollered "HUSH UP!". At this point, everyone in the classroom could tell she meant business....everyone except Donnie. He just kept right on singing "Oh, Susanna!"

Well, Mrs. Hatfield decided she had enough. Here's where Mrs. Hatfield was "old school." Most teachers at that time would simply remove the kid from the classroom and open up a can of whoop a$$ on them out in the hall. Not Mrs. Hatfield!

She walked right over to Donnie's desk, yanked him out of it, threw him across her arm and proceeded to open up a can of whoop a$$ in the classroom in front of everyone. (Keep in mind this woman was older than dirt.) She put him down and walked back up to her desk.

We were all stunned! Subs usually just yelled at you to shut up and when they got tired of yelling, they selected some goody two shoes to run down to the principal's office and have HIM come down and make us behave. This was the first sub any of us had ever encountered that actually took matters into her own hands.

Donnie sat back down and immediately began squalling; partly out of pain, but mostly (I'm guessing) out of sheer humiliation and embarrassment. Mrs. Hatfield immediately picked up that Bolo paddle, slammed it down on her desk and hollered "HUSH UP!" She then pointed at Donnie and said "You shut that cryin' up before I give you something to REALLY cry about." Donnie immediately hushed up.

Mrs. Hatfield was one sub that you didn't want to mess with and that is why she made my Hall of Fame.

Mrs. Boone - Mrs. Boone was what we referred to as a marshmallow. This is, you could say anything, do anything, tell her anything and she just said ok.

This was a typical day with Mrs. Boone as the sub: The class straggles in one by one. The final bell rings and everyone begins to talk. Mrs. Boone tells everyone to shut up so she can tell us what our "real" teacher wanted us to do.

We continue to talk; Mrs. Boone continues to try to get us to shut up. This goes on for about 10 or 15 minutes. Finally, everyone has caught up with everyone else and the class has somewhat settled down.

Mrs. Boone announces what our class assignment is and asks if we have any questions. Someone raises their hand. She looks at him and says "What's your question?"

He asks "Are you related to Daniel Boone?" Class erupts in laughter even though she is asked this question each time she subs. She says no. Another hand is raised. She acknowledges the questioner. "Are you related to Pat Boone?" Class laughs again. She says no. Yet another hand is raised. She acknowledges the questioner. "Are you related to Ba?" Teacher asks "Ba who?" "Ba boone!" comes the reply along with gales of laughter. By this time, Mrs. Boone has had enough and tells us to get busy.

It was about this time that some one decides that it would be fun to play the "I lost my contact lens...no body move!" game. So someone shouts out that phrase and immediately everyone hits the deck to begin "helping" to find the lost contact lens.

The problem was that usually the person that shouted out the phrase not only did not wear contacts, but didn't even wear glasses...but Mrs. Boone didn't know that.

Someone would holler out "I found it!" Then someone would hit their arm which resulted in the phony contact lens being "lost" again. This usually went on for the remainder of the hour. We would move onto our next class and the next group of students would move in....and the whole thing would start all over again.

Mrs. Boone is in my Hall of Fame because for as much grief as she received, she kept coming back for more.

Mrs. Flannagan - Mrs. Flannagan was the only sub I ever encountered that actually attempted to teach. She was completely no nonsense.

If the teacher left a note for us to read a chapter and answer the questions at the end of the chapter, then you'd better go ahead and read that chapter. If you looked up or leaned back to talk to your neighbor, she'd look up and say "Oh, I guess you've finished. Read question number one and tell us what the answer is."

When you couldn't answer, she'd say "Well, then I suggest you get busy and finish the assignment because we're going to go over it in 10 minutes and I'm going to be taking up the papers to turn in." This was her way of giving us a veiled threat to show our regular teacher who behaved and who didn't.

Rather than just having us read for the entire length of the class, she'd set a time limit. When time was up, she would then have us close the books and she would ask us questions. If we missed any, she suggested that we take the book home that night and re-read the chapter.

If she "strongly suggested" that we take the book home, it meant one of two things. Our teacher was coming back the following day and giving us a pop quiz or Mrs. Flannagan was returning the following day and going over the material again, giving us a test and turning it in to the teacher.

I put Mrs. Flannagan in the Hall of Fame because she actually made the effort to teach -and- she actually had a knack for making the material interesting.

Mrs. Lee - Mrs. Lee was in a class by herself. Poor Mrs. Lee was all of four feet tall. Unfortunately, the light switch in most of the junior high classrooms were on the wall at about the eight foot mark. To turn the lights on and off, most of the female teachers had to stand on tip toe to reach them.

Poor Mrs. Lee couldn't reach the lights even if she stood on tip toe. The reason I know this was because when Mrs. Lee subbed, it was the duty of the first student that entered the classroom to turn out the lights. One by one, we would all file in to the dark classroom.

Mrs. Lee would ask someone to turn on the lights. They would "pretend" they couldn't reach it. It was an unwritten rule that anyone that turned on the lights would be branded a "suck up" and no one would have anything to do with you for a while. So, when Mrs. Lee realized that no one was going to turn on the lights, she would go ahead and give us our reading assignment and we would sit there in the dark.

She would look around the classroom and see that no one was reading. She'd tell us that we'd better get busy and finish the assignment and some smart a$$ would say "Well, I would read it if I could see it" to which she would reply "Well, if you want to read it, then turn on the light" to which the other person would reply "Well, I didn't say I wanted to read it, did I?" And so it went.

Eventually, Mrs. Lee either had a stroke of genius or some other teacher took pity on her, but somehow Mrs. Lee learned that every classroom had a wooden yardstick and she could use that yardstick to turn the lights on and off herself.

Mrs. Lee makes the Hall of Fame simply because I kind of feel guily about it even though I only turned the lights out on her once. I swear. Really. Yes, really.

Sorry, Mrs. Lee.

Little House - 2009

A while back I wrote a piece where I outlined my idea for an updated version of that tv show "The Waltons."

Well, this evening I was watching an episode of "Little House on the Prairie" and decided that maybe I could update that one, as well.

First off...the title. Houses are out....McMansions and condos are in. Prairies are out.....living in-town is in.

Now...money was somewhat scarce with the Ingalls family so obviously the McMansion is out. So, my new show would be called "Little Section 8 Condo South of Fulton Industrial Boulevard."

OK..now on with the characters. Now before we start, I don't want to hear any backlash of what I am about to do to these beloved characters. Michael Landon took a TON of liberties with these characters when he produced/directed/starred in/ and wrote this tv show.

I read every single LHOTP book when I was a kid and I don't ever recall Laura running off to the Little Mountain Range on the Prairie after her brother died and hang around with a guy that looked like Ernest Borgnine. Mary never got married and there was no Albert. And this family flitted around from Wisconsin to Iowa to the Dakota Territory to Kansas, as well as Minnesota! Michael Landon didn't write about THAT did he? I guess that was because it was easier to dig up old Bonanza scripts and rework them for Little House.

That said, let's start with Ma. Ma doesn't work. She gets a government subsidy and since Mary is blind, she gets a Social Security check. If Ma needs money, she picks up coke cans along the side of the road and takes them in for recycling.

As for Pa, in my version there's not one Pa, but four. (Yes, four!). Mary has her own Pa, Laura has her own Pa, Carrie has her own Pa, and Grace has her own Pa.

If you recall, in the actual tv show, Doc Baker didn't run around prescribing birth control pills. In my version, Doc Baker works down at the free clinic and prescribed birth control pills for Ma, but she sells them on the black market to make a few extra bucks. So now Ma has four kids with four different baby daddies.

Ma and Mary's Pa are constantly fighting over who gets to claim Mary as a dependant. Since she's blind, she gets to get counted twice so it's always a battle.

Laura's Pa is in jail for credit card fraud. Carrie's Pa runs up to cars with a rag and washes their windshield while stopped at traffic lights and Grace's Pa left town as soon as Ma showed him the home pregnancy test that she bought at The Little CVS South of Fulton Industrial Boulevard.

Mary is blind, but while at the school for the blind she was able to pick up a trade. Mary makes a great living braiding and weaving hair. She has everyone come to the condo and insists that they pay in cash so that Ma can continue to claim her as a dependant.

Laura lives with Almanzo in the condo. In my version, Almanzo's last name is not Wilder. It Gutierrez y Ramirez. He speaks very little English and has a fake green card.

Almanzo is not a farmer; in my version he is a day laborer that hangs around a QT near Six Flags picking up the occasional roofing or drywall job. At the end of the day, he turns over half of his wages to Ma. In exchange, Ma won't call immigration on him.

Laura is a teacher. She teaches popular massage "techniques" at a "spa" off of Roswell Road.

Carrie goes to alternative school. She had a run in with a couple of teachers and is considered to be a truant. Ma is constantly being called by the school regarding Carries behavior and has told Carrie if she doesn't straighten up she's sending her to Mr. Edward's Boot Camp For Wayward Teenagers.

Grace is a baby and has been assigned a case worker. Miss Beadle, Carrie's old teacher, lives next door and is concerned about the large amount of traffic going in and out of the Little Section 8 Condo South of Fulton Industrial Boulevard and it's her duty as a teacher to report it.

Ma's already told Miss Beadle she needs to mind her own d@mn business and if she keeps it up she's gonna get one of Ma's size 9 boots up her rear.

Mr. and Mrs. Oleson run the condo association and do their best to maintain the exterior of the section 8 condos so that all the surrounding properties are able to maintain their value.

Now...you're probably thinking that can't be right because in the TV show, Mr. and Mrs. Oleson ran the store.

Well, the store is run by Mi Su-Ling and Gu Ming...two Koreans immigrants. Mrs. Oleson can't stand them because the only thing they sell in the store is kimchi and sushi.

In the show and in the books, one of the more quaint parts was when the family sat around in the evenings listening to Pa playing the fiddle. Well, in my version, Carrie pawned her Pa's fiddle for a cell phone. The family sits around in the evenings in my version and listens to sounds of sirens and the occasional gunshot piercing the still of the night.

Now that I've outlined the characters, I guess I need a plot. Hmmmm.....How 'bout Mrs. Oleson decides to kick all the Section 8'ers out when their lease is up so she can raise the rent and turn it into a gated community? Almanzo and his gang find out about it and plan to spray her house with buckshot and it's up to Laura to get the guns and ammo!

Tune in later for that exciting episode!

Somebody's Gotta Say It

This topic is not for the faint of heart, so be forewarned. It concerns "The Ladies Room" at my office, which I am now officially renaming to "The HellHole."

If you want to know why, you'd just have to visit. I swear, if the only restroom left in the world was "The HellHole" at my office and the men's room of an Alabama truckstop, I think the truckstop would be cleaner.

After seeing the condition "The HellHole" is left in after these women use it, it makes you wonder if they do the same thing at home.

Without getting too graphic, let me just say this.

That little handle thingy on the back of the toilet? If you push it down, it flushes the toilet!! Try it sometime!!! (For the love of Mike, PLEASE!!!!!!)

The only saving grace in this sad tale of woe is that because "The HellHole" does not have an electrical plug, it does not fall to the Information Technology Department to handle.

Now....for the other thing. What's the first thing you were taught as part of the potty training process? WASH YOUR HANDS!!! Some people have forgotten that. That's just nasty.

So.....I decided to write a little song and dedicate to the guilty parties that leave their DNA all over "The HellHole." It's sung to the tune of that Terri Gibbs song, "Somebody's Knockin".

Somebody's poopin'
Should I go on in?
Inhaled a nosefull
My head starts to spin

I heard about it
But I never smelled
Poo straight out of hell

Well somebody's flushing
And wiping their butts
And then they don't wash
Are they friggin' nuts?

I've thought about it
And bet my last buck
No more office pot luck

She must have had Tex Mex last night
Ate two burritos, gastronomical fright
Oh No!!!!
She mentioned sushi
and my nose starts to burn
Oh when will I learn?

Somebody's poopin'
Should I wait or go?
Sounds like a big one
Back up 'fore she blows!

I'm getting sicker
And starting to feel
I might lose a meal...........

Things That Make You Go Hmmm........

I thought about something today.....drag queens. And it's all Brad Pitt's fault.

Here's what happened.

I was listening to the radio today and the new Brad Pitt movie was mentioned. It's called "Inglorious Basterds". Personally, I've never had any use for Brad Pitt but he really rose to the top of my sh*t list when he ditched Jennifer Aniston to run off with that hobag Angelina "Mrs. Potatohead Lips" Jolie. Sorry, she's another one I've never had any use for so I guess they deserve one another. But I digress.....back to drag queens.

Anyway, when they mentioned Brad Pitt I thought about gay guys. Now, I don't really know a lot of gays guys, but the few that I do know seems to idolize certain women. For whatever reason, gay guys seem to be big fans of Judy Garland, Liza Minelli, Cher, Carol Channing, Madonna, Bette Midler, or Barbra Streisand.

Likewise, when drag queens decide to dress as a celebrity, who do they usually pick? Judy Garland, Liza Minelli, Cher, Carol Channing, Madonna, Bette Midler, or Barbra Streisand.

So, I got to thinking....what is the opposite of a drag queen? Specifically, do lesbians dress up as male celebrities? And if so, what do you call them? Drag kings? Macho Honchos? What celebrities would lesbians dress up as? (That's where Brad Pitt comes in.)

I'm guessing these guys would probably make the list:

Brad Pitt
George Clooney
Tom Cruise
John Travolta
Tom Selleck

Older lesbians might want to toss in Tom Jones and Engelbert Humperdinck.

Now here's something that might be kind of comical....what if you had a drag queen dressed up like Faith Hill and a drag king dressed up like Tim McGraw? They could go on tour as Tim and Faith in drag.

Who would the fans gush over? Would the lesbians go berserk over drag Faith even though it would be a guy? Would the gay guys go all gushy over Tim McGraw even though it was a female dressed like Tim? Or visa versa?

And would drag king Tim start a cat fight if a male (or female) fan tried to feel up Faith? And would drag queen Faith pitch a hissy fit if a male (or female) fan tried to grope Tim? I mean, stuff like that does happen at a real Tim and Faith show.

It was just a couple years ago that Faith chastised some overzealous fan for trying to grab Tim's family jewels. As Faith said at the time, "You don't go grabbin' somebody's husband's balls, you understand me? That's just disrespectful."

Technically, though, if a fan tried to grab drag king Tim McGraw's balls, it would really be no harm no foul since Tim would actually be a female.....unless of course she's pulling a Chastity Bono and having some new equipment installed.

Which brings up a whole 'nuther subject. A couple of years ago, Chastity Bono came out and told the world she was a lesbian. The world was shocked, stunned, and yelled in unison "Well, DUH!!!"

Now she's getting a sex change. So, since after the surgery, she'll be a guy, does that mean she's straight?

Like I said....things that make you go hmmmmm.........

WTH???????

Last night, I was sitting in my living room, minding my own business, watching "Diary of A Mad Black Woman" (I'm sorry, but Madea just cracks me up!) when this commercial comes on:

Click here! (Make sure to watch the commercial to the very end!)

Now, I'm sure you're all thinking the same thing that I am. That is that if I had a music room in my house with a baby grand piano, the ONLY thing that would make it complete would be a set of four lithographs of Michael Jackson. After all, when I think of the great pianists in history, I think Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart, and of course Michael Jackson.

Now, if you think that just don't beat all, then click here!

If you know anyone that's getting engaged that if they want a ring unlike anyone else's, then buy one of those!

I actually saw the story on CNN the other day and they said that the company was going to give the first diamond to Michael Jackson's kids. I know they will be thrilled.

Actually, what they ought to do is just make one gihugeic diamond and sell it to Liz Taylor. Then she'd have that big ole honker she's had for ages and her Michael Jackson burnt hair diamond ring that she could wear as a matching set. She'd be the envy of Hollywood.

....and just when you think you've heard/read it all, click here!

Now, I have just one question. What in heck would anyone want with that thing? OK....I'm sure everyone probably said, "Well, fool, they're probably just going to turn around and sell it on ebay."

OK...then my next question. Who in the heck would want to BUY that thing?

Well, probably the same person that would be interested in buying this....click here!

There is some strange people in this world....strange, strange, strange.