She’s my aunt, Auntie Sandee. <- Some would say this is redundant. Some could kiss my ass, too. My Auntie Sandee is fucking twisted, she’s also a writer – a fucking twisted writer, some would say. Whatevs, would say Madame Weebles.
Le Clown says you should read Auntie Sandee. I say that’s plenty reasons to do so.
If Le Clown wills it, so it shall be
Posted by daddyranman | August 6, 2012, 08:18Hello there, Daddy Ranman. I am your hostess while Le Clown is away. Please let me know if I can do anything to make your stay more comfortable. Your waitress will be with you shortly.
Posted by Madame Weebles | August 6, 2012, 15:27I require lots of bubble baths, as I am accustomed to from Le Clown.
Posted by daddyranman | August 7, 2012, 08:21Excellent. I will call Pierre, Le Clown’s bubble bath guru, to prepare the bath for you.
Posted by Madame Weebles | August 7, 2012, 11:20This gives your dead ‘ol Auntie quite the pick-me-up! Oh my dear nephew Le Clown! Mwa! I know you say I make you proud, but no — YOU make me proud! I await your return with open arms… Love to you!
Posted by Sword-chinned bitch | August 6, 2012, 10:39You know he eats that shit up, Sandee!!
Posted by Madame Weebles | August 6, 2012, 15:28This made me laugh Mme. Weebles!
Posted by Sword-chinned bitch | August 6, 2012, 19:30Excellent choice yet again.
Posted by Fish Out of Water | August 6, 2012, 12:13Damn him, he really does know his blogs.
Posted by Madame Weebles | August 6, 2012, 15:28I have read Auntee Sandee, and I agree, she’s a bit twisted. But that’s why I like her.
Posted by Carrie Rubin | August 6, 2012, 12:46Hi Carrie! Le Clown made the fatal mistake of leaving me in charge of his blog while he’s away this week. So take whatever you want, I’ll keep my head turned.
And Sandee is the bomb. But you knew that.
Posted by Madame Weebles | August 6, 2012, 15:30Excellent. I’ve got a big tote bag ready to fill with my pilfered Le Clown loot…
Posted by Carrie Rubin | August 6, 2012, 15:34Perfect. Now if you need me, I’ll just be in this other room here, not seeing a thing.
Posted by Madame Weebles | August 6, 2012, 15:36I thank you both! And there’s nothing I like more than being called twisted! Mwa, mwa!
Posted by Sword-chinned bitch | August 6, 2012, 19:31Mwa, Sandee!
Posted by Madame Weebles | August 6, 2012, 19:57Nice photo.
Posted by asoulwalker | August 6, 2012, 15:24Ahoy there, asoulwalker! Can I get you a cocktail while we wait for Le Clown to return?
Posted by Madame Weebles | August 6, 2012, 15:35Scotch, neat. If you wouldn’t mind.
Posted by asoulwalker | August 6, 2012, 15:36Coming right up. In the meanwhile please do help yourself to whichever of Le Clown’s belongings you might want.
Posted by Madame Weebles | August 6, 2012, 15:56Can I have a pair of his giant clown shoes? I always wanted to dress in “normal coffee house attire” … and a pair of clown shoes and just sit there like it was normal.
Posted by asoulwalker | August 6, 2012, 22:27Of course. As long as you let me take a photo of you in that outfit.
Posted by Madame Weebles | August 7, 2012, 11:20Another crazy read. i would expect no less from Le Clown.
Posted by Robin Coyle | August 7, 2012, 12:58Yeah. He knows his stuff regarding blogs. But ONLY regarding blogs.
Posted by Madame Weebles | August 7, 2012, 13:25