Wednesday, June 27, 2007


If you're in Chicago tomorrow night, Thursday, June 28th @ 7:30 PM, get ready to mainline the hottest authors in town. Amy Guth, Author of Three Fallen Women, is Hosting an ongoing Reading Series at the Fixx Coffee Bar. Tomorrow night is the very first show. Are you plotzing?! I'm plotzing. Hello, I'm driven to caps on my blog. This is NEWS.

Eric Spitznagel will be reading his book, Fast Forward: Confessions of a Porn Screenwriter. I've read it. I screamed. Howled. Peed. The whole 9-yards. Megan Stielstra: Writer, Performance Artist and Collaborative Storyteller will be spinning her yarns. Can't wait to read her. Ben Tanzer, Author of Lucky Man will be reading from his book. Running to buy it now.

The dish...

Fixx Coffee Bar

3053 N. Sheffield Ave., Chicago

Tel: (773) 248-0841

Thursday, June 28th @ 7:30 PM Sharp

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

8 things you don't know about me... again

guthalicious tagged me, too, for an 8 things you don't know about me meemish. have you read her meme? it's hilar squared. run. read. now.

the rules for said meemish can be found here.

8 things you don't know about me

  1. I lost my virginity in sonoma my freshman year of college. don't feel sorry for me, I was a slut long before the hymen split.

  2. I got caught fucking in the marin headlands in a bunker.

  3. I emailed my first blow-job. he emailed me back. he had no recollection of the event. he became a bit of a crack addict. awww. and he was such a nice jewish boy, too. we keep in touch from time to time.

  4. I had sex on a trampoline in durham, england.

  5. I love bahbra's duets. it's a shortcoming, I know.

  6. I love women and I wish more women loved women. I meet far too many women who don't love or appreciate women and it makes me a very blue jew.

  7. I loathe pussies.

  8. I have commitment issues.

I am tagging. vonneguts asshole. the daily pitchfork. creepykins. cpunchman. dale. teeny. hard-and-fast. nurse ratched. drug nazi. self help boy.

8 things about me you don't know

have ya's read virgotex? read her. she's a fab dame with a serious weakness for redheads. she's one of us: progressive, smart and hilar squared. read her meem. it's funny. we feel the same way about john from cincinnati.

1. All right, here are the rules.
2. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
3. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
4. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
5. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
8 random things about jewgirl

  1. I believe that gingerale and salted tops (saltines) are the cure all for any ailment. I just do. even though I've been proved wrong. it's so comforting to me. I always have em' in my house.
  2. I love opera.
  3. I am neurotic, obsessive compulsive and I have a few phobias for good measure. masks, choking and wind chimes. get the fuck away from me.
  4. I hate creepy romance. I love romance on my terms. I'm a freak. if a man took me on a horse drawn carriage and proposed, I would slap him across the face and accuse him of not knowing me. ps: I've never hit anyone in my life.
  5. I worry about my dog all the time and live in abject terror of him peeling without my consent.
  6. I am plagued by nightmares.
  7. I never wear nailpolish because it makes my nails feel like they're suffocating. but, I love manicures.
  8. in the winter I enjoy a full bush.

I am tagging wpeaser. lewchers. bubs. beth. crionaberry. mountjoy. vagina dentata. politits.

paris is out of prison. but...

look what paris drew and wrote with her own two hands while she was in prison! oh, that paris is so talented, isn't she?! picaso better watch his rotting ass. he's got some serious competition on his hands.

images on posts

will resume tonight, bitches. loving. missing. needing. wanting. jewgirl

Monday, June 25, 2007


wpeaser is right, the top of my blog does look funky without images. it's all gone to shit now, hasn't it? jewgirl looks naked. that's not a pretty sight.

should I have enlarged the font? nah.


posting virgo's meme tomorrow and, uh. jumping on the fake interview bandwagon that cp and bubs are so ocd about. my fauxview is with leewee.



Sunday, June 24, 2007

paul sings nessun dorma

have ya's seen paul sing nessun dorma? it's off the hook, yo. if you love nessun dorma as much as I do and oh boy do I love it hard, you will spit twice and die! play now.

dish and that

menstrual watch 2007 is tapering. I didn't have to purchase heritage library sized menstrual wear for my vagina this month, so I'm real pleased about that. did you know tampons are satan's little cotton fingers? I think I got that link from guthy, wp or doc. I can't remember. forgive jewgirl.

I'm not a born again, which means I'm allowed to shove any god damned thing up my flange I damn well please. do we know if christians masturbate? what's the scoop on vibrators? are they the devil's work? years ago, I wrote a joke about housing villages and cities in my womb. I have to find it and post it.

did you read about the kid born in new zealand. yeah. his parents wanted to name him 4real. the judge said no. no. no. that the name was unfair to the child. no shit. this really is a bubs post. I feel guilty posting bubsy oriented posts, though guilt is my cardio.

that's all I got right now. I have to get back to writing. I'm completely stuck on this one fucking essay. it's not so easy to write about the lighter side of molestation. I have to shower today. wait. that sounds like I don't do it daily. I do. I just always have to emotionally prepare for the shower cause I'm a freak.

Birkhead Says Dannielynn Pouts Like Anna

larry birkhead sold another yarn to ok magazine about anna nicole's spawn, dannielynn. do we all agree that the name dannielynn and the spelling is wildly white trash? ok. good.

"She has long legs and chubby little toes exactly like Anna's; it's like a mirror image," Birkhead tells OK! magazine in its latest issue. "It's really incredible. And I think her lips are her mom's lips; especially when she pouts. ... She also gets what she wants exactly like her mom always did as soon as she'd pout."
to me this reads like a future lifetime for television semicolon movie. dannielynn: once daddy's little girl. now his lovah at the supple age of 16. maybe it's because I'm writing an essay about molestation (funny of course), but I don't think so. and then there's this...

"I'm really hands-on, like too hands-on with my hand on the baby, a hand on the cell phone, a hand on the diaper," says Birkhead, who jokes that he has "a supersonic sense of smell when it comes to diapers."

if it feels like a fondler in training?!?!?!

Saturday, June 23, 2007

parents consent to 16-year-old marriage

40-Year-Old Former Teacher Marries 16-Year-Old Student. kid's parents actually signed a marriage consent form. the shame. I don't care how miserable my kid was making me or how much she was ignoring me. no way on god's green earth would I give my 16-year-old daughter permission to marry anyone. I find this story so disturbing. why can't legal charges be brought against him? they were shtupping and romantically engaged when he was her coach. the shame.

peeny respite

I'm taking a peenyatus (penis hiatus). why isn't penis spelled, peenis? cock hunting will resume in the fall. I'm actually quite glad I'm taking a dick break. cbb (can't be bothered) with dishing, jhsushing, hymen sparring -- none of it. by the time I'm ready to throw myself back on the market, my cuntarella will be one ravenous whore. I can live with that.

menses watch 2007 continues. the hurricane is so epic, I'm ready to send in the encyclopedia of maxi-pads. let's hope it doesn't come to that. wiki says that each cycle only produces 80 ml of blood (1/2 cup). right. more like 180 ml (1 cup). show me a dame who produces a half cup per cycle and I'll show you the menstrual reduction pill she's gobbling.

whatchya's doin this weekend? juice and I are schlepping to the park. I'm writing. cleaning. hitting a few gayroohj sales and probably ebaying myself into a frenzy. speaking of egay (it is a queens paradise, donchya know), the cunt who packaged my syrocos in her garbage sent me the most disingenuous apology. sorry. will refund money. I emailed a few executives at the bay of e and they didn't e-stalk me back. I know they read my stalks because I did a read receipt. bunch'o bitches.

I'm off like a prom dress. have the best weekend. don't panic (as if schwartzy), I'll post more dish this weekend.

Friday, June 22, 2007

menses day three and then some

we're 3-days into the war zone betwixt my thighs and my ovum is giving me one hell of a ride this month. cramps. clots. and a tsunami flow. this menses just might make it into the menstrual hall of fame. a girl can dream.

today it hit me that change really is brewing in my direction. I can't tell you how happy this makes me.

I had a very busy day. I mean really busy.

do ya's ever listen to vintage tupac? have you heard the songs dear mama or keep your head up? beautiful.

dear mama

keep your head up

Thursday, June 21, 2007

lewch... the gift that keeps on givin

lewchers sent me the funniest 5 second video, I have ever seen in my entire life. I kid you not. make sure your sound is up and watch it at least a half dozen times. you will scream. it's too much.

cormac writes again!

so much for procrastinating. news?! it's fabulous... run. read. now.

paris writes a letter from jail

aww, it really pays not to finish high school. paris' handwritten letter

menses has commenced

at approximately 5 am, the lips parted for the womb to percolate one unfertilized egg. I will admit that I love my menses. it reminds me that everything is in working order. mind you, I could do without the crampers.

rye rye, self help, any thoughts on my cycle this month?

looking for mr. jesus

in case you were wondering, HE is going on a cruise with leewee in november. oh, isn't it exciting. premier christian cruising is hosting a jonsing for jesus leepee fest in mexico halla-fuckin-loo.

3 reasons to go on the Girl's Get-A-Way Cruise 2007

1. Refresh! Get away from the hustle and bustle for a fun-filled vacation at sea. The Girl's Get-A-Way Cruise offers a chance to recharge your batteries and come away renewed.
2. Reconnect! Come sail away with some of your favorite people. Mothers and daughters. Friends from way back. Women in your church circle. Make this cruise a time to renew those relationships that mean so much to you.
3. Rejoice! Join thousands of other women on a cruise that will lift your spirits. Nightly concerts. Afternoon seminars. Devotional times. Morning praise. It's all a part of this 5-day, 4-night inspirational retreat for women.

and here I thought she was searching for HIS small still voice. someone has got a case of the pinocchio's. (ps) say pinocchio three times. such a weird name, no? (ppss) I wasn't invited. it's time for a letter...

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

rockin the cunt, baby

courtesy of our love machine, lewchers. is this a gift or is this a gift?! I'm kvelling.

I am in cunt heaven!!! thank you, lewchy!!!

toe jam

the name of these shoes, toe jam, is nauseating right?

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

suck my dick you wretched whore

I bought some new chach on ebay. I'm on a syroco sconce tear at the minee. (I'll post pickys of my digs and it will all make sense). anyhoo.... this afternoon my box came (ooh. go, schwartzy) and when I opened it, what didn't this cunt use to ship my package?!?!?!

plastic meat containers for chicken, pork and beef from "the walmart". USED styrofoam cups. pubic hair. ashes and a few gpc ciggy butts and the stench of DEATH and ASS.

I dumped the whole thing and cloroxed the counter to death. snatch.

I sent her a strongly worded email and told her to refund my money asap.


I got nuttin

I am out of blog dish. I got nuttin' interesting. bubs asked me to elaborate on the douche yarn. here yas go.

after I told pershina she wasn't getting inside my box, she told me I was immature and irrational. me?! nervey enough. I said, you're from a very conservative country (I had to be diplomatic. I couldn't say ass backwards. wanted to, but didn't). I can't imagine it's acceptable for you to be handling my vagina. I kid you not, she ripped the cookie that was dangling from my lips out of my mouth and ordered me out of her house. cunt. I ran into her about a year later at bank of america. she said, I recognize you. where do I know you from? I couldn't help myself... I wanted to rent your apartment, but you refused to rent it to me because I wouldn't let you douche me. she ran out of there faster than time. (get it)?

I got nuttin.

I was tellin' guthy the other day about my naybah and her new fuck toy bartholomew. I have a serious issue with her fucking a bartholomew. why you ask? well, when she's cumming, she insists on wailing, I'm cumming bartholomew, I'm cumming. it's a problem for me. why can't she call him bart.

what else can I spill?

my brother sent me three books that I'm very excited to read.

oh, I'm waiting. I'm a lady in waiting. not for dick, though that would be a fabulous perk. I'm always up for fresh meat. this is for something else.

I have to return a phone call. I am so not in the mood to dish over the phone right now. oy vey. who can be bothered?

I took juice to the vet today so the vet could feel him up to make sure he recovered from his back surgery and lemme tell ya, that kid is so resilient. he's doing famously. he's already back at the park running and playing catch. not bad, eh?

I am so boring right now it's just not funny.

leepee hasn't posted anything. she's still cavorting with jesus. she's trying to hear some small still voice. what the fuck does that mean? so queer ass.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

mazel tov, teeny, tot & rowbear

our darling and wacky tanya ethpanya, you know, the knocked up broad from canada, delivered a healthy baby boy last night! awww. this from the hubby:
Just a quick note to let you know that Alexander Enrique Champagne arrived at 0:40 on Jun 16th. Weighing 9 lbs And measuring xxx in length. Tanya and baby are doing fine, pictures to follow in the next couple of days.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

the dumb meem, no. really.

my online bff-fahevah and always, wpeaser has meemed me. it's a dumb question meem. love it!

"For this meme, I'm going to ask you to answer three (hopefully not dumb) questions: What is the dumbest question you ever been asked? Why was it it dumb? And, even though it won't help, because answering a dumb question never does, what's the answer? (Or, as I like to think of them: The Big Dumb Question, The Big Dumb Reason, and The Big Dumb Answer.)"

hand to god this is a true story. you can ask my sister kerri if you don't believe me. when I first came out here, my sister and I went apartment hunting. we found a darling little 1 bedroom around the corner from keh. so cute. hardwood floors, washer and dryer, a come-fuck-me balcony. it was fabulous and so affordable.

I checked out and was ready to sign on the dotted line... until pershina said, can I douche you? excuse me, I exclaimed. my legs were closed the entire time and I shower daily. she said, I'm Jewish, too. it's ok. I can do it. I said, no. you can't douche me. I don't need to be douched. douching is unsanitary. if I were to douche, I wouldn't want a participant or an audience. please let me douche you she says. I thought, well, she is a bit older. her daughter is sitting right beside her. maybe this is normal or maybe she was a lesbian and this was her way of stealthily coming onto me. then she says, you can't rent the apartment unless you agree to let me douche you. I said, that's illegal! you can't use my vagina against my will and you can't rip the apartment away from me if I won't give you my vagina.

vagina, it's what's for dinner

a month or so ago, I posted about a friend of mine who noshed on some beav that reminded him of chef boyardee. remember? read it. buried in this chick's vadge, he felt as safe as he did when he was a kid. unfortunately, he told her. BIG MISTAKE. note: no woman wants to be told that her cunt smells like processed, canned food.

last night while pussy hunting, he caught a buxom blond and when he went down on her, he said she tasted like chopped meat and ketchup. another family favorite.

can you say pattern!

you can't bullshit an old bullshitter, capisce?! I kid you not, he put an add on craigslist in the casual encounters section, seeking a savory pussy. and, it worked! can you stand it? I am on the floor from him.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

new abortion bill to require fetal consent

New Abortion Bill To Require Fetal Consent

special olympics of grocery shopping

while frequenting our usual grocery store today, unbeknownst to us, we checked out on the special line. we had a lovely retarded checker and a super special bagger. it was a-ok that each item was bagged individually and that it took a lot more time. not an ish. things went awry when one of those fights broke out between them. you know, the screaming, curled fist, god I hope they don't kill each other or that I'll have to re-shop for the shit I just bought, kind of fights. believe it or not, that was even doable. though, I was worried... things got offensive when the store manager said, with a straight face, we try to help these people, but sometimes they're just more retarded than we realize.

as if there's a retardation scale. what is their plan, to hire semitards? slightards? halftards? what? the fuckin shame of it. so, I said to him, you do realize what you just said could be perceived as offensive, right? he said, no. with a straight face. no. I couldn't let it go, say I says to him I says, here's some free advice. don't say that to someone. it makes you look stupid and it's offensive
. he kicked me out of the store.

fuck em'! people suck ass sometimes.

ps: got a hellnine Q4U, whenever my dog is about to eat and hears me putting food into his bowl, he runs to the front window and barks. now, is he doing this to show off because he's about to nosh like a king? or, is he doing this because he thinks he has to work for food? wtf?

Monday, June 11, 2007

Michigan Man in Wheelchair Pinned to Grille of Semitrailer for 4-Mile Ride

didjya's read about the vertically challenged kid who was rolling across the street and got stuck on the grill of a giant semi in paw paw michigan? kid was wearing a dr. pepper t-shirt and got stuck on the grille. can you imagine?! thank god the kid's ok. that said, this was the funniest fuckin story I have heard in my life. I was howling. seriously how-ling. do you not see the humor in this?!

Carpenter was attempting to cross on Wednesday when the light turned green and his wheelchair became hooked onto the front grille of the truck, which reached 50 mph during the 4-mile trip down Red Arrow Highway, Michigan State Police Michael Sinke said witnesses reported.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

p-cunt is out of the slam

Hilton released

Steve Whitmore, a spokesman for the LA County Sheriff's department, told reporters gathered outside the jail that Hilton was released due to an unspecified medical condition.

She cries all day, a source tells People magazine in its new issue. “She looks unwashed, she has no makeup and her hair is tangled. She cried audibly through the first two nights.”

"I am trying to be strong right now," Paris said of her jail time set to begin Tuesday.

"I'm really scared but I'm ready to face my sentence." "I did have a choice to go to a pay jail," said Hilton, without giving details. "But I declined because I feel like the media portrays me in a way that I'm not and that's why I wanted to go to county, to show that I can do it and I'm going to be treated like everyone else. I'm going to do the time, I'm going to do it the right way."

"I've received thousands of letters from around the world of support and it's really been inspirational and really helped me," she said. "I'm really scared but I'm ready to do this. And I hope that I'm an example to other young people."

"Even these past couple weeks, it's completely changed my life," she said. "Even though it's a scary thing I'm using it in a positive way and when I come out, I can't wait to start my new life and be even stronger than I am now."

this from the girl who hates jews, blacks, fats and poors. she's so genuine that p-cunt. question, she wanted to be treated like anyone else, right? would anyone else get to go home from camp prison for a medical condition? I guess being a stupid cunt IS a condition of sorts.

she is definitely a role model now... paris hilton is living proof that if you are rich and famous, you will receive special treatment. oh, and of course for being a giant spineless pussy.

ps: I just found this online from the la city attorney's office

"If law enforcement officials are to enjoy the respect of those we are charged with protecting, we cannot tolerate a two-tiered jail system where the rich and powerful receive special treatment," Delgadillo concluded. "We must ensure that in our city, in our nation, and under our Constitution, justice remains blind."

isn't that a vulva lip twitchable nugget of dish.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

woman breastfeeds 7 and 5 year old daughters

this is the creepiest video I have ever seen in my entire life.

Monday, June 04, 2007

the goddess that is sarah silverman

on paris hilton....

Sarah Silverman Blasts Paris Hilton

Posted Jun 04, 2007

Sarah Silverman takes a dig at Paris Hilton at the MTV Movie Awards, and the entire crowd laughs at the jail-bound heiress' expense.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

is this weird?

whenever I hear kits and handsome carrying case it makes my teeth itch. the concept is so disconcerting to me. I had to buy a new crackberry yesterday. never mind that the shmo who tried to sell it to me wanted to bend me over without lube. what made me walk out and choose another store was when he said the new blackberries come with a handsome carrying case.

it's too proper. too gaudy. and always attractive, yet functional. does it get more annoying?

kits are too all inclusive for my taste and super creepy squared. they have a comes with stigma that I cannot, for the life of me, get past. too much comes with leaves no room for creativity.

moving right along....

the countdown to paris incarceration gate has officially begun. 48 hours and counting. I wonder if she'll be crotched upon entry. the girl can probably stash a department store in that echoing cavernous beav of hers. oooh, wait, that was cunty. (fyi) in case you were wondering there is a crotched mountain. who knew?! it's a ski resort.

it's sunday. have you had your face to penis with jesus yet?

Saturday, June 02, 2007

christian domestic discipline, word!

can I get an amen? praise jaysus, baby. thanks to docalicious for sending me the light that is christian domestic discipline. this morning I read an anti-feminist, anti-woman post that is just off the charts brilliant.

Ever so often, some college coed posts somewhere just so she can tell the whole world that she is so smart that she does not have to listen to any man.

It all sounds too good to be true - and it is. Here is why.

A few years ago, the universities of Aberdeen, Bristol, Edinburgh and Glasgow surveyed nine hundred people. In doing so, they made an interesting discovery.

* Women with intelligence scores in the sub and near genius range were about as likely to marry as men with certifiable mental retardation.

* Women slightly brighter than the average college student were about as likely to marry as men with slightly below normal intelligence.

To make matters worse, when compared to men of similar intelligence, there are relatively few women. For example, there are about twice as many men with the IQ of an average air force fighter pilot as there are women of equivalent intelligence.

Very bright women tend to exclude themselves from the human gene pool. Sometimes, they can be quite difficult because no one is ever quite sure how to handle them. Some of these women thrive on irritating men.

My wife might have been one of those people had she not realized at a fairly young age that she needed a husband unafraid to paddle her when she needed to be sraightened out. Sadly, most bright women are too self-absorbed to realize what they sometimes really need.

the title alone makes no sense. it's just stupid. peeny wife beater wrote it. shock of shocks, he actually allows his wife to have a blog. ps: leah, the christian domestic discipline goddess also sells crotchless pantaloons for the slutty born again in you.

Friday, June 01, 2007

introspective jewgirl?!

my mother always says, katie, one phone call can change your life. it's true. be it good. be it bad. should you pick up the phone? and how! fudgie's expression.

every day I laugh. even if I'm sad I always find a reason to laugh. my mother also always says, make the most of every day. even if it's a suck ass day filled with a bunch-o-bitches, find something good about it. she's right about that, too, you know.

weird day, kids... weird. weird. weird.

no more molly morbid, I promise. onto bigger and brighter things...

cormac brown has spun a must read yarn called eggplant parmigiana. it kicks ass. check it out.

have ya's ever heard the song sweetest decline by beth orton? it's one of my faves. (ps) is this a lyric or is this a lyric! "what are regrets? just lessons we haven't learned yet." brill, no? yes.


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