I’m just a-sittin’ here, tryin’ to get drunker ‘n’ Cooter Brown.
And BTW, Who The Fu*k is ‘Cooter Brown’?
Found Him!
Bears a Striking Resemblance to Your
Humble Raconteur
(Ain’t He Precious & Cute & Cuddly?)
HaHaHa!
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I LOVE NYC (or at least my fantasy nostalgic version of it from The Forties) For Lance, The New Year Only Begins when New York City drops that Big Ball in Times’ Square. This year they ‘Dropped the Proverbial Ball.”
(Or did drop the Actual Beautiful Big Shiny Ball–I honestly don’t know–Because–CNN)
And chose to broadcast fucking car commercials instead. Fu*k you NYC! I am finally so OVER You! (I am gonna remain in Texas.) IF they did actually literally drop the Big Ball, fuck you CNN because you did NOT SHOW it. Fucked up my New Years’ EVE Experience Fu*k you CNN! (If anyone can find a video of the Ball Drop from tonight, 2020, if there actually is one, please send it to me—I wanna see it) I am so pissed that I don’t even wanna watch Lame-Ass Don Lemon get drunk.
(What a Fuckkking IDIOT Moron HE is, but THAT IS A DIFFERENT POST)
From a recent Facefuk Post of Mine:
“I CANNOT wait to watch DON LEMON make a complete and absolute ass/fool of himself tonight.
He never fails to ‘deliver.’ And make me LMFAO!
(Watching CNN ‘do’ NEW YEARS EVE has become a Lance Marcom ‘Family Tradition.’)”
Fu*k it!
The Magic is GONE! Not a propitious beginning for 21! I fear we are gonna be more properly FU*KED than we already are…. We got No Karma to cash in.
I LOVE Liza—Jusr Caint Hep it!
The below is a powerfully, passionate, Magical rendition of one of my all-time favorite songs. Way to Go Liza!
“Liza with A ‘Z’”
(Only ‘true’ Liza Fans will Catch the reference) Bravo! I have always loved you ‘Lisa’…
Opps! Sorry! Oh of course, only real Liza fans will get the joke. (But of course, you already know that)
OK. Just gonna throw this in for reference (This post is all over the place. Unlikely I will ever ‘come back’ and clean it up)
Anyway… more on Liza:
“Liza with a ‘Z’. Not ‘Lisa’ with an ‘S’” –Liza (Old album of hers that I wore out listening to over and over and over and over again.)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWURas7fYwk
I love you Liza!
This Rare Time, The ‘Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences’
Got it Right:
Life is a Fucking Cabaret. Try Living it!
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Oh! And lest I forget to drop this in:
I also laugh my ass off watching these Bobbsey Twin Idiots: Andy Cohen and Anderson Cooper CNN, You are a FU*KING JOKE! I don’t want to be unkind, but these two assholes wear me out with their fake, forced banter.
FUCK YOU CNN!
I drop in something more “Happy” and “Upbeat” Below
FUCK TWENTY-TWENTY VISION!
(I have reading glasses–I can see the truth)
FUCK 2020!
(And YOUR lack of Compassion for Humanity)
“Hey Twenty-Twenty One!
Don’t make me angry.
You won’t like me when I’m angry.”
(Just trust me on this and keep your mouth shut and your ears open)
And of course, I am the quintessential ‘Dancing Clown’
(This should go without saying)
There has never been, nor never will be, a woman in ‘my life’–virtual or otherwise–that I will love more than Joni.
And if you have ‘groan-tired’ of me bangin’ on about (Joan) Joni you are visiting the wrong blog. Go Away!
“Cherchez la femme Whenever love comes around Someone’s a dancin’ clown Cherchez la femme Whenever hearts start to pound Someone’s a dancin’ clown”
Why? I don’t know. Or… perhaps I do know. It grows tiresome for most. (especially former Girlfriends/wives) This I know. I also know I have to write what I remember and know, and what I feel/felt, and knew. I recently re-watched “Alien”, a movie that kinda, sorta defined what I ‘was’ in the Sinai Desert in 1979. Not sure how to explain that one… but, yet… Sigourney Weaver…
Anyhow, I write about women. I write about women, and my relationships with women, because I love women. Most of them don’t love me, but none of them (them ‘wimmens’) can ever say they were ever bored with me…
Point is: I love women. I write about my experiences with women because my experiences with all the women in my past have made… me… a feminist.
I love the way they look. (And yes! I love the way they ‘cook’–metaphor–I am the ‘best cook’)
I love the way they dress.
I love the way they un-dress. I
love the way they talk. I love the way they walk.
I love the way they incite. I love the way they excite. I love the way they dance. I love the way they romance. I love the way they taste. I love the way they smell. I love the way they mostly… don’t tell.
And most of all, I love the way they piss me off,
(And drive me crazy.)
Yes. I love women.
The way they Made Me: Made me who I am.
And I like that.
I like this man called ‘Lance’, that a woman created in me
Him I like instinctively (No Choice)
But, what the hell?!
“That’s what comes from too much pills and liquor.”
Why? I don’t know. Or… perhaps I do know. It grows tiresome for most. (especially former Girlfriends/wives) This I know. I also know I have to write what I remember and know, and what I feel/felt, and knew. I recently re-watched “Alien”, a movie that kinda, sorta defined what I ‘was’ in the Sinai Desert in 1979. Not sure how to explain that one… but, yet… Sigourney Weaver…
Anyhow, I write about women. I write about women, and my relationships with women, because I love women. Most of them don’t love me, but none of them (them ‘wimmens’) can ever say they were ever bored with me…
Point is: I love women. I write about my experiences with women because my experiences with all the women in my past have made… me… a feminist.
I love the way they look. (And yes! I love the way they ‘cook’–metaphor–I am the ‘best cook’) I love the way they dress. I love the way they un-dress. I love the way they talk. I love the way they walk. I love the way they incite. I love the way they excite. I love the way they dance. I love the way they romance. I love the way they taste. I love the way they smell. I love the way they mostly… don’t tell.
And most of all, I love the way they piss me off,
(And drive me crazy.)
Yes. I love women.
The way they Made Me: Made me who I am.
And I like that.
I like this man called ‘Lance’, that a woman created in me
Him I like instinctively (No Choice)
But, what the hell?!
“That’s what comes from too much pills and liquor.”
Why? I don’t know. Or… perhaps I do know. It grows tiresome for most. (especially former Girlfriends/wives) This I know. I also know I have to write what I remember and know, and what I feel/felt, and knew. I recently re-watched “Alien”, a movie that kinda, sorta defined what I ‘was’ in the Sinai Desert in 1979. Not sure how to explain that one… but, yet… Sigourney Weaver…
Anyhow, I write about women. I write about women, and my relationships with women, because I love women. Most of them don’t love me, but none of them (them ‘wimmens’) can ever say they were ever bored with me…
Point is: I love women. I write about my experiences with women because my experiences with all the women in my past have made… me… a feminist.
I love the way they look. (And yes! I love the way they ‘cook’–metaphor–I am the ‘best cook’) I love the way they dress. I love the way they un-dress. I love the way they talk. I love the way they walk. I love the way they incite. I love the way they excite. I love the way they dance. I love the way they romance. I love the way they taste. I love the way they smell. I love the way they mostly… don’t tell.
And most of all, I love the way they piss me off,
(And drive me crazy.)
Yes. I love women.
The way they Made Me: Made me who I am.
And I like that.
I like this man called ‘Lance’, that a woman created in me
Him I like instinctively (No Choice)
But, what the hell?!
“That’s what comes from too much pills and liquor.”
