I had a long, long dream last night that I was back in New Orleans, for Mardi Gras. And I was hanging with my good friend Tina Louise, who was in absolute Ginger drag.
And I was wearing suede hotpants and boots. I was fierce, bitch.
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Are you sure that was a dream?
ReplyDeleteOh... I should have been there...
ReplyDeleteJust stay away from the Professor, Missy, because HE IS MINE!!!
ReplyDeleteSounds about right to me.
ReplyDeleteI always wear my suede hotpants when I Mardi Gras with Ginger.
Your buttless suede hot pants?
ReplyDeleteThom, dear, are you saying you want to Russell his Johnson?
ReplyDeleteWas there a Maidenform bra involved?
ReplyDeleteSounds like fun! I'd love to come next time.
ReplyDeleteI don't think your fierce-ness was ever in question. And I just love a man in suede. carry on
ReplyDeleteRussell Johnson, who played Roy Hinkley, M.A., B.S., Ph.D., but we called- The Professor,& I had the same agent in the 1980s-1990s. nice guy. His son died from HIV & Russell still give tome & $ to AIDS services.
ReplyDeleteI would like to play the Skipper to your Ginger. Dream on, baby!
"was"?
ReplyDeletepshaw
You are fierce.
As a mincing homosexual, I too have dreams about glamourous red-heads, no bodies though, just the heads. Quite distubing really.
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