My dear, dear friend Laura – aka The Queen Of Hyperbole – came over Sunday night to watch the Oscars with us. And despite the Good Girl Librarian looks, this is a woman who without fail makes me cry-laff every time I see her with an endless stream of inappropriate and raunchy non sequiturs. Charlie and I are collecting Laura catchphrases, and plan to open a CafePress shop where we’ll sell novelty t-shirts emblazoned with classic out-of-context Lauraisms like “Pussy Scarf,” “Surrogate Penis,” Libertarian Cat Person,” “Dead Baby Coattails,” My Cunt Is Rad,” and “Critters Are Bitches.” That’s how I’m making my millions *right there,* people.
(Also, she happens to be one of my top 5 favorite writers on the web, and you should be reading her if you don’t already. Just trust me on this.)
