Bounce Your Boobies

For any fans of bawdy, 1960’s female comics, they would no doubt recognize that as the title of one of the Sinsational Miss Rusty Warren’s songs.  Her other big “anthem” was called, “Knockers  Up!” which also became her catch phrase.  Faux-cousin and I became big fans one summer in L.A. when we found her albums in a thrift store bin…I believe we got “Sinsational” and also “Songs for Sinners”.   Truthfully, we really only bought the albums because Rusty looked exactly like our Aunt Shirley but we were won over by her bawdy (I love that word), naughty humor.  I was looking online to see if I could find some sort of download to send to dear Madge Weinstein but I came up empty.  Then again I’m an idiot when it comes to those wav.files or whatever all that technical crap is.  Anyway, it seems like something she could garner sound clips from for sure.  Her or Wanda Wisdom.  But Wanda is more retarded than I am and she’d end up bouncing her chickie boobies.  Most of you probably have no earthly clue what the hell I’m blathering on about.  Madge and Wanda are two internet podcasting personalities…Superstars.  And no, you don’t need an I-pod to listen, I do it off my computer at work everyday.  Give them a listen…both take a little getting used to and please, don’t be concerned if you hear some “thing” by the name of Cheryl Merkowski turning up.  She’s perfectly normal…for those shows.  Here’s Madge…and here’s Wanda.  No, I don’t get anything out of sending people there.  I’m just a quiet little fan although I have a teeny-tiny crush on Madge’s mind.  She is truly brilliant.  Personally, as much as I enjoy listening to podcasts at work all day, I’ve found that the entire genre is rather incestuous.  Basically, you really don’t get acknowledged unless it seems you are part of the “in-crowd” and we ALL know I’m not part of any crowd.  I am my OWN “In-Crowd”.  I am the people you want to know!   But I could say the same for the blog world as well.  It’s very cliquish.  You find the same people linked all over the same blogs….I’m not part of any of them of course.  I just keep waiting for the day that you finally all realize, “Oh my christ child, he’s absolutely and utterly Retarded!” and finally abandon me so I can hang it up!  It’s days like today that I have nothing to say and I sit here thinking, “what’s the point?  why bother?  who cares?” and the answers are “There is none”, “Who knows?  I’m just a whore for your love” and “Not me”.   Zzzzzzzzz…

Oh dear…excuse me.  I nodded off there for a minute.  So where was I?  oh, nowhere.  Okay, well, I took about a foot of water off the pool cover yesterday before the pump stopped working on me.  It’s always something.  Today got up at 3 a.m. and got to work by 4 so I could leave at 1pm.  They’ve asked me to commit to nine hour days for the time being….ugh.  But I had to get home to clean the house today since we’re having people over tomorrow evening again.  By that time, I will be operating on nine hours of sleep since Tuesday morning so that should be a real hoot.  Maybe I’ll get bawdy, or perhaps I shall die.  Either way, there should be some laughs involved.  Knockers Up, this is a rampant mess of a post!  Senseless, meandering, retarded….have I said anything yet?  I didn’t think so.

Hey!  How about if we resurrect this old favorite, A Lurker Shout-Out!!!  Today, let’s all give a rousing hello and welcome to…….

Richmond, Virginia! 

Hello, Richmond, I see you!  (Please insert a vision of Marlo Thomas as Ann Marie in the opening credits of “That Girl” where she does that cute little wave with a gloved hand to her mannequin likeness in the store window.)  Richmond visits me nearly every day yet never leaves a comment or lets us know who they are.  Well, I know you’re there so take that! is my haughy response.  I have a bawdy response for you as well but this is a family blog.  I have to go break up fighting kids.  Spring break can’t end soon enough.  How did this underline get turned on and how do I turn it off?  Help!  Sorry I have to go, I know how fascinating this all has been.