AHS and a winner!

good day to you!

i just had my moop (morning poop)

and am ready for business!

 

sooo...

the true random winner of the great black leather bag giveaway of 2008-2011 (factual times)

is trisha! 

 

trisha contact aunt MFAMB with the specifics for bag delivery 2011.

 

ok...

moving on to the 2nd most important matter of the day..

american horror sto-shut your filthy baby limb stuffed mouth!

if you are not watching this show i can only assume it's bc scary shit scares you.

perhaps watching scary shit makes you hallucinate in hotel rooms?

perhpas despite hallucinations you still watch it bc you're dumb.

 

 

ok everyone..go grab your pretty girl masks!!

 

let me start off by saying that several times during this week's episode i was laughing.

not bc any of that shit was funny.

bc i was so uncomfortable and scared that my nerves decided that laughing would trick my brain into

believing none of it was real.

i think it's called nervous laughter and i am pretty sure that when it happens to you you are not even aware that it's happening so you obviously can't control it.

 

this episode opens with zachary quinto gaying it up with a guy who looks exactly like that true blood guy.

zack's all.."you need to get prettier apples (i can totally relate here) for the apple bobbing portion of our halloween party bc elle decor might come by to take pictures you douchenstein!"

true blood is all, "why don't you eat my dick anymore? (mike can totally relate here)"

then black suit guy comes in and snaps zack's neck under the apple bobbing water surrounded by ugly gala apples (so ugly!).

then true blood comes in and sees what's up and then we don't find out what happens to him.

i suspect he gave black suit guy a beej right before black suit guy snapped him like a twig.

 

 

cut to present day and viv and ben are talking to bitchy real estate lady.

she's telling them in order to sell the house they need to glam it up just like some dead gays would do.

she happens to know a (dead gay) fluffer.

now to my mind a fluffer is the person (male or female) who comes on the porn set and get's all the dude's weiners hard.

viv is under the same impression, you can see it in her eyes.

at the end of the day i guess a fluffer is just someone who makes shit more better.

mom's are fluffers. 

i am now, officially, a fluffer.

 

at this point i am aware that the real estate lady is probably just one of the many ghosts on board this ship.

mike thinks they're all dead.

i think if that's the case i will personally kill every single person responsible for this show and then everyone will be a ghost.

 

 

 

next we see addie talking to jessica's sort of hot boyfriend.

he is being sweet and a little flirty with her, bc he seems like a nice fellow.

who is obviously riding jess for some gas money.

addie is telling him in whispers what she wants to be for halloween.

once he leaves for some pall mall's for jess, 

she tells jess that she wants to be a pretty girl for halloween.

jess is all,

fuck no you're gonna be snoopy again.

then addie cries.."noooo i wanna beee a priiittttyyyy guuuuhl!!!"

and jess is all..

you can't be pretty bc you're retarded.

so mean.

 

 

across the street the gays show up at ben and viv's to fluff the house for halloween.

zack explains that the gazebo is too extreme home makeover for him and it needs to be ripped out.

ben is obviously getting nervous bc he buried his dead girlfriend under it.

zack asks ben if he made it at which point ben cuts his hand on his pumpkin carving knife.

true blood guy tells everyone he is an EMT (Expert Meat Toucher) and takes ben upstairs to touch his meat

 stitch up his hand.

ben tells meat toucher that he is not gay.

meat toucher says he wasn't either until he had the fantastic pleaure of man mouth on his man meat.

and i am sad bc i want to see this touching of meat between 2 men.

and you are either a straight man or you are lying if you didn't want to see this go down (awesome pun) too.

 

 

back across the street jess comes into addie's room with a big fucking scary mask head of a pretty girl's face (nervous laughter) for addie to put over her own face.

serioulsy this shit is way scarier than the black suit guy or the basement baby.

 

 

meanwhile ben and viv are having a discussion about ben's girlfriend.

viv found out through text message tracing (thanks zack!) that ben was still communicating with his girlfriend.

ben assures viv that she won't be bothering them again.

bc she's dead, duh.

but then (nervous laughter) the phone rings.

SURPRISE BEN!!!

it's your dead girlfriend buried in the back yard!!

 

downstairs the gay's are getting antsy over the apples not being right...AGAIN!!!

zack is all.."GO TO THE FUCKING FARMER'S MARKET AND GET THE RIGHT GODDAMN APPLES!!"

(right?  thank you.)

viv is like.."you two need to get out of my house!"

gay's are all.."it's not your house"

viv and ben are all.."what r u talking about?  it is our house! and you need to exit it immediately!!"

break shit break shit break shit

this scares the gays the most.

they disappear.

 

viv starts having kicking pains.

problem is the baby is too small for legs.

 

hospital time!

 

you stay home violet and make sure the creepy dead gays don't murder you!

 

 

at the hospital viv is laying down getting ready for the ultrasound to ensure that her monster baby is ok.

the tech is all..your baby is the size of a peanut, it can't be kicking you!  you probably just have the farts (relate). 

then she passes out bc she obviously sees chucky inside there.

sadly we don't see shit.

 

cut to addie in her fucked up mask running after some stereotypical pretty girls out for tricks and treats into the street where BLAMMO! she gets annihilated by a car.

i'm gonna say that someone did this on purpose.

the ambulance shows up and tries to get her to the hospital but jessica runs out and sees addie's probably gonna die so she quickly oscar moments the EMT's (not Expert Meat Touchers, maybe) into leaving her alone so she can drag addie's twisted up body into the lawn of ben and viv's house.

did you notice that part?

or do i get the smart award of the day?

see if she didn't die in or near the house she couldn't be a ghost in or near the house.

 

 

and then in the sadest moment of the night old moira goes into a nursing home to pull the plug on her obviously close to death mother. 

then mom is all, "come with me baby"...(sniff sniff)

and moira's all..."blerrrgl gllerrb(tear vomit) i caaaaaannnn'ttttt!!!!"

 

 

 

 

back at home violet is frantically calling her parents bc burn face guy is knocking on the door demanding his money from ben for killing ben's girlfriend.

here at casa anderson we believe that burn face guy is ben's alter ego ala tyler durden.

and that burn face guy didn't do the girlfriend murdering, ben did.

but then that wouldn't explain why he is knocking on the door and violet can see him.

fuck!  this show is hardd!!

 

anyway...ben and viv pull up and violet is gone.

 

then someone knocks on the door.

ben answers it and it's his now zombie girlfriend full of dust and smiles.

 

the fucking end.

 

 

 

 things i forgot to mention:

*tate in the basement in the rubber suit trying to do sex with violet.

*tate doesn't know how to use a ouija board. you don't ask it a question and then tell a goddamn story.

*we find out the the original owners of the house (charles and norah)use to run abortions on young, in trouble girls in the basement of the house.

*one of the girls' byfriends found out and basically snatched charles and norah's baby in an "eye for an eye" moment.

*the police later returned the chopped up baby parts to charles and norah, thus launching the first build-a-bear for babies workshop. 

 

questions for discussion:

1. who is in the rubber suit?

my guess is it's whoever you want it to be.

for me it's robert pattinson.

 

2. how did the gays corpses end up in the basement?

who took them there?

rubber dude?

 

3. what is the baby's PROBLEM??

 

what else am i missing?

 

discuss...

 

 

 

 

some damn things ya'll..

today is good for lots of reasons.

1.

tonight i get watch american horror story and cry into my shitted pants.

 

2.

i made this for all of us to enjoy..

and

 

3.

christine finally has her painting..

 

a close up..

 

you go there now to see more of where it's hanging(with mr. cooper)..

 

those are all some damn things yaaaaa'llll..

 

 

lords of sapelo

in addition to making award winning movies for you my husband and his partner (gay) brian also like to drink beer.

they also do beer reviews for sweetwater.

 

each season sweetwater produces several varieites of beer reflective of the time of year..

this one is for halloween (scary beer and maybe pumpkin-y?)

 

here is their review..

Lords of Sapelo - SweetWater Ghoulash Review from Lords of Sapelo on Vimeo.

 

view all of LoS's shit here. 

 

like them on facebook here and keep up to date on all of their stupidity.

 

please pass it on to all of your beer drinking (fat) friends.

 

happy halloween (almost).

 

 

p.s. if you didn't enter the great fall bag giveaway of 2011 go here and do so. 

(i will announce the winner on friday)

 

 

it's a giveaway you tramps!

the other day i posted about some cute vintage bags from bomode and all youz snatched em up!

including the one i wanted.

all i can say is it better be on it's way to my house.

 

 

and as a thank you for all of you that visited her shop...

peggy of bomode is offering one of you a free bag!

 

KATANA french vintage black leather (genuine!!) satchel/shoulder bag.

everyone needs a basic black everyday bag and now one of you will have one.

and it's french and vintage,

which will make you prettier and skinnier and gayer!

 

all you have to do is leave a comment here.

and visit bomode's facebook page and click 'like'.

 

but THAT'S NOT ALL!!!!!!! 

bomode is offering 15% off anything in her shop!

 

just enter the coupon code: myfavoriteandmybest

 

so for the lazy readers...

1. free bag

2. leave comment

3. facebook/like

4. 15% off

 

thank you peggy.

thank you world.

 

 

 

furbish is awesome, really awesome. alone travelling is not.

so i travelled by car to raleigh to the mecca known as furbish.

it was business and party (like a mullet). 

 

i have decided that i am a terrible traveller.

i get all panicky and scared of life.

basically it's like everything in the universe that would NEVER happen i am convinced will happen.

such as..

 

raped at a truck stop by an alien with a knife for a peen.

stabbed and raped at the same time (more efficient for the alien, aliens are always smarter than us)

 

(fairly certain i could take this alien. spaghetti arms)

 

and also... 

seeing a deer in the middle of the road with red eyes and he is just looking at me

but then my car passes through it and it's actually a ghost deer.

 

with a knifedick.

 

like that.

 

then i get sad like, why am i alone?

why did no one want to come with me on this trip?

i am probably going to die and god only wants it to be me.

he saved everyone so that i could die.

i'm like jesus, i am dying for all of you.

 

but then i don't die.

i just have 9000 panic attacks in the course of 24 hours.

 

worst traveller ever.

 

i am one of those people that dreams of time alone and then once i am alone i have 40,000 panic attacks.

 

it sucks (knife)dicks.

 

anyway..

i went to furbish to deliver a painting for to sell at furbish.

but also to meet lady meares and her sidekicks nick olsen and keila the great.

 

they are good people. 

i liked everyone very much.

 

 

 

furbish is amazing in real life.

pictures don't do it justice.

i wanted everything in that store.

and the best part..

the REALLY best part?

the prices are right.

 

furb trays.

 

pink sofa.

 

more things...

 

ikat and dots together happily..

 

patterns all good together.

 

minty greens making out..

 

i really died for these (there were 2).

and i don't give a donkey about chevron.

in person they are just so pleasing.

 

 

this cute girl was there wearing a cute necklace...

she made it.

 

she paired that pretty blue with red like a smart person.

 

 

 

 

 

 

everyone needs to go there and shop.

all the time.

 

i was a boring party guest.  

i had good intentions of robot dancing and nick olsen humping

but instead i was half asleep in a chair cuddling up against ab chao.  

another good girl.

tiny and cute.

 

i left early to go to bed.

how lame am i?

the lamest.

i deserved to be poked with knifedicks.

 

 

once back a the hotel 

the haunting began...

 

 

i got on the computer to upload some of the pics i took..

(this is where creepy music would play in the re-enactment starring a beautiful princess as myself)

when i noticed a smell.

 

 it smelled like a man in the worst way.

greasy, oily, dirty, scalp smell.

do you know it?

have you ever been on a bus behind someone who hadn't had a bath ever?

i couldn't place where it came from..

until i laid down on the pillow....

 

 

 

 

 

 but that wasn't the only smell present. 

there were also strong hints of mold and moldy feet (dead feet?).

unfortunately after literally an hour of CSI-type research i failed to find the source of this moldy foot odor..

i chalked it up to ghost behavior...

 

 i washed my face and tried to forget it.

focus on a good nights sleep.

i played some iphone games while cozy in my (stinky) bed..

then started to doze..

 

yet as soon as i closed my eyes to sleep for good i started to straight up hallucinate.

not even kidding.

but not hallucinate fun things like chocolate rivers or vampire sex...

nope.

things like children dangling from moving cars while their little heads skimmed the pavement at 100 mph.

yeah..

awesome!!!!!!!

monster elves with gold faces and sinister smiles.

and no, these were not things i was voluntarily thinking about..

no.

i was halucinating.

like acid hallucinating.

 

 

it was the least amount of fun a person could have.

 

i started to text mike..

 

here is a transcript from our texts that night..

 

me: something's not right.

 

mike: what is it?

 

me: hallucinating.

 

mike: what? no you're not.

 

me: YES I AM.

little girls in ballet costumes dangling out of cars and dying...

gold faced monsters and shit!!

 

mike: try to relax.

 

me: i'm trying to sleep but everytime i close my eyes i see the scariest shit in the world.

 

mike: it's ok.

you're just stressed and tired.

have you had a lot to drink?

 

me: sadly, no.

 

me: i am going to die tonight i think.

 

me:  it stinks in here.

 

mike: turn on the tv.

 

me: what if i don't sleep at all tonight and then i can't leave tomorrow and i am stuck here in this haunted hotel room bc i am too tired to drive?

 

mike: you won't be. it's not haunted. 

 

me: you don't know nuthin bout nuthin slut!  (i didn't say that)

 

me: i think this is a panic attack.  i have googled the symptoms and i am having all of the symptoms.

my skin is on fire.

 

mike: i have driven on no sleep, you can do it if you have to.

 

me: shut up.  

 

me: i am afraid i am going to kill everyone in this hotel.

 

mike: turn on the tv.

 

me: it's on.

 

mike: watch it until you fall asleep.

 

me: ok.

 

at this point i try and understand 'who's line is it anyway' and why after nearly 10 years of improv under my belt  i still go.."how did they come up with that???!!!"

 

around 3:00 am i fall asleep on my back

(I NEVER FALL ASLEEP ON MY BACK- IT'S THE WORK OF THE DEVIL!)

and wake up at 8:24 am.

pack my shit up.

take 2 shits.

go get a pumpkin spice latte (it's fall fuckers and i'm not dead!) and leave.

i arrive safely back home at 2:30 pm.

 

mostly not dead.

 

with a better understanding of myself as a traveller.

 

i am the worst.

 

next time i will be heavily drugged.