Comments on: Zoe & Sophia Enjoy Heavy Breathing and Recall Their Sexy Twenties as the Sublime Consumers of the Lightness of Being

By: juliek

juliek — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 07:12:32 +0000

Listen, missy. Don’t be wasting good alcohol on Fonzi’s splintered butt. You need to talk to Sophie’s niece Lulu. She knows a good butt when she sees one and she knows a splintered butt is not a pretty sight. And she would NEVER waste good red wine on anybodys damn butt. Although, she might consider pouring wine over Marty’s head, which has just as many brain cells as his butt. But…then again, I don’t want to offend his butt. Come to think of it, his butt is smarter than his brain.
Lulu told me to tell you she loves you and wants to be your friend.
Rock on wine waster.

By: juliek

juliek — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 06:47:22 +0000

Fonzi–more butt talk, I see. Zo and So are sitting on their butts as we speak. The sun shines down on them, the ocean breeze feels great, and they were just wondering if your butt has any good advice for them. I had to remind them that butts don’t talk, but they said some of their dates’ butts “talk” entirely too often and at the oddest moments. They are not fond of talking butts. but they do like rounded ones that ride high.
Bye, butt boy. XXXOOO

By: juliek

juliek — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 06:42:10 +0000

Who the hell is Mrs. C (Zo & So just shouted)? They also what to know what “line” and whose line is it anyway? (I can barely hear myself think they are yelling so loudly over the phone! Okay, they just asked me to ask you…”Where is this boss who thinks she can laugh at her age. Lock her in a room. She must be mad.”
I gotta go. Zo & So are driving me nuts.
Fly on, sweet sister.

By: juliek

juliek — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 06:36:53 +0000

Fonzi, darling
Zo & So take great interest in butts of all sizes and shapes, but not yours especially, I’m afraid. Why? They are positively shocked that your butt has been so heavily embedded with splinters. Did you first go down the banisters on your head, which caused you to lose enough brain cells that you repeated your exposure to butt splinters, or did the nuns beat you about the head so many times that they affected your power to think with your brain rather than your butt? Never mind answering their silly question. They think with their butts far too often to judge anyone else’s butt power.
Rock on sweet fan…or should I say…slide down.

By: juliek

juliek — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 06:26:29 +0000

Hi, FOB
I’m sorry it’s taken me awhile to write back. Since Zoe and Sophia left for Florida, it’s positively impossible to get them to respond to any of my questions about their trip or to give me any feedback about all the good advice people are sending. I guess they are too busy with guilty pleasures or falling down stairs or staring at walls to talk to me. However, I finally reached them this evening, and they told me they’re thrilled FOB person that you “like” them, but they wish they knew your gender. Zo says if you’re a guy, she can fit you in if you make an appointment a month in advance. Sophia says if your a woman, you should come hang with her on the beach because Zoe’s too busy “dating” to talk much these days. They both asked me to tell you that, at the risk of sounding like total hams, they’d love you to tell your friend Charles that they’re free to pose for him anytime, anywhere…preferably London. He can send the the plane tickets to Florida Guy’s address.
Rock on sister? brother? pet? freight on board?

By: FoB (friend of Barry) from Nob

FoB (friend of Barry) from Nob — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 17:26:30 +0000

Hi there! My good friend Barry turned me on to this bouncy blog, and I must say that it’s swiftly becoming one of my guilty pleasures! As a writer myself, now dabbling in publishing, I feel like I’m on the look out for talent 24/7! You obviously have a real knack for storytelling.
“Keep it up” girls!

P.S. Just thought you should know that your titillating tale is spreading internationally! Our friend Charles, an international dealer in photography, who splits his time between London and NYC has joined the ranks of Zo and So addicts!

By: Fonzie

Fonzie — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 18:19:06 +0000

@AMI

The razor blade thing sounds like something out of my little-known days in parochial school. While there was no alcohol, the razor blades were instead long oak splinters sheared off of the wooden banisters through the ill-advised process of sliding down them on one butt cheek.

These wondrous wooden gems could sometimes become so deeply embedded that they were only removed through the painful process of the body’s infection management systems (and Mrs. C digging around with a pair of sterilized tweezers and a common pin; in short, days)…

(Another mental image there)

By: AMI

AMI — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 17:36:55 +0000

Fonzie:

HAHA, the really amusing part of this is that I got that line from my boss, who is in her late 50′s and has a bit of the Mrs C. in her!!

By: Fonzie

Fonzie — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 17:15:30 +0000

@AMI:

Aaaayyy, Mrs. C would be looking to counsel you on that one, but excellent mental image indeed…

I couldn’t say anything like that in the 1970s, or the would have canned me . I got into enough trouble with “Sit on it” at the time.

By: AMI

AMI — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 14:53:26 +0000

Or how about “If people don’t like my choices they are welcome to slide down a banister of razor blades and land in a puddle of alcohol.” That is one of my personal favorites…it’s an image for sure.