Hot Karl

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"I hate children, charity is boring, I hate to be touched"
-k. lagerfeld

oh, lord. what kind of person....what kind of robot....what kind of alien is mister lagerfeld? hahahahaha.

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Mrs. Roboto

photo love, via Jezebel

Um, we lurv. We covet. We wish she looked a little less Donna and a little more Joan. But whatevs, we heart her and we want her to be our Kid Sister, but without the annoying theme song.



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wOOt wOOt for Truthiness.

O-six-o-sev was a doozy! Webster's added truthiness and wOOt as the words of the year. The veep shot a guy by acci. People are still peeved at FEMA. The news was completely and disgustingly consumed with Britney. Pam Anderson got married (again) and divorced (again). The fiery French prez divorced his enigmatic lady, and quickly took up with a new gf. We've got two Dems running neck-and-neck with more than plenty mudslingin' to go around. James Brown got down for the very last time. Pop meets indie meets hipster meets hip-hop got a lot more mainstream. Virginia Tech happened. Apple resurrected the video star. So did Youtube. The Patriots went undefeated. The Pakistani prime minister was assassinated. Imus demonstrated the definition of creeping meatballism. So did Isiah Washington. The Disney kids showed they just aren't that innocent (nudity...plastic surgery...pregnancy!) and uh, we think High School Musical is a bit more phoney now. The 7th and final HP book came out and and so did Dumbledore. Colbert runs for president....of South Carolina. Reality shows just keep getting grittier and trashier. And add Ty Pennington to the list of celebrity DUI's. Which have somehow become no big deal and possibly even a trend. Tina and others hopped on the Writer's Take On Things. Scorsese won for The Departed, well deserved well deserved clap clap. And we think the question of the year may be: Does Rehab Really Exist? But enough already. Let's talk. Whaddya think you'd choose for:

*The Song of 2006-2007?
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*The Best Artist?
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*Best Movie?
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*Best Album?
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Toyota's New Robot.

Can play at your graduation.

Rad.

We want to be a robot and or own one.

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Get It While It's HOT.

Due to an unforeseen clerical error on the part of our nut-brain of an office intern, the release of our dearies' new album/book/extravaganza was announced a wee bit early.

However, the moment has come, the gates have opened, the torch has been lit. So Go. Buy. Thissss.

2-disc set.
5 extra tracks.
50-page photo book.
and a partridge in a pear tree.


*j

Ode To My Frances

Date: Saturday, Nov 10
Timeline: 12:03am

Jude: (groggy) Hello?? (Interior monologue: WTF time is it?)
Fran: Hellloooooooo! Hi, hello and howdy, little poppit you...
Jude: I'm sleepy. Are you drunky?
Fran: Poppit love monkey zombie cowgirl, whatchya whatchya doin?
Jude: I'm (pauses to yawn) sleeeeepy.
Fran: Hi, hiii, hi, hiii! Don't be sleepy, Judy. I'm so happy I could fly. Flyyy, fly, flyyyeee... I want a hot dog. Judy? Jude? Hello?? Judy-jude-jude???

End scene.*


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*Jude might have taken some liberties with the above dialogue in said scene. But we love Frances so, so much, our heart bursts every time we think of her and of fun phone calls during sleepy nights. So cheers to Fran and cheers to you and cheers to good nights of traipsing the city.

Tea for 2

photo love

THIS inspired us, from the divine Miss Ali

1. empty coffee cups on my desk

2. me and him

3. on my wall

4. on my arse

5. cupcakes I want to eat riiiight NOW

6. until the weekend

7. better than one (for the most part)

8. balls

9. scuffed boots on my feet

10. purses I'm currently lusting after

11. Fran & Jude.
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What's the 2 in your life?

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Wiggity Wiggity Wiggity....Daft Punk Remix.

F: Yo, J, whatup. Whatchu got in your purse?

J: Yo F, whatup. Not much. Just a keyboard. A little whiskey. Whatchu got in yours?

F: That's cool, that's cool. Yeah, I got some whiskey too. And a real cool gun. Hey, by the way, I like your gold skirt you sexy robot-on-the-run.

J: Haha. Cheers to that. Another Ween done right! Remember when we were Betty and Wilma? We were cavegirls outta sight.
F: Oh for sure for sure-like four scores and seven years ago, isn't that about right? From cavegirls to robots...we keep that shit tight!

Halloween cheers, pumpkin beers, conquer your case-of-the-Mondays fears.
*f & j

Zippity-Doo-Dah-Outta-Yer-Assholes!

At the end of the long hard day, we just want to smile. We just want to laugh. And we just want to dance.

Our darling doo-doo Strippity-Doo sent us this video, and, it might've just been coincidence or it might've just been luck, but it came at a moment when the world was not sugary-sweet smiling down upon our heads and on top of that we had just glared at the postman for we're not exactly sure what. And then we got this video, and we pressed play, and we waited a second or three, and then we found ourselves smiling. And then laughing. And then dancing.

Oh, this world is a wonderful place. So please press play when your boss leaves the room, and shake it. Shake it. Shake it... well, you know the rest.

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(Also, please note that there will be a sequel to this post. We can't tell you the who what and why, but we can say it involves our darling Frances. And Halloween. And a certain mask borrowed from a certain boss. So check back often and soon. It's worth the wait, we swear like a horny sailor in a porno.)

To All You P.Y.T's

Happy Halloweekend to all of our favorite Pretty Young Things. If you see a sexy robot out on the town this Saturday night, chances are it's either Frances or Judy. Be sure to say hello. Or Nanu Nanu or somezing. And DANCE your freaky bum bum off all night long! We will be!

One nation under Oprah & Daft Punk,
*f & j

Today: Rebel Against the Man

photo love

Today we want to hop outta work, put on our shades and skip to my Lou through the fall shaboo (make 'em up, dearies, make 'em up!). It's sunny outside and smiley in our hearts and we have more than an inkling that the finest role model of 'em all Lindsay Fünke would most certainly tell us to coast on this pumpkin latte cinnamon sugary sweet fall day.

And perhaps also chop off our hair and sport frosted pink lips? The world is full of opportunity today, cherry pies, and we have a mind to seize it. Seize it all.

Who's with us?


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Turn It Up, Chris

Oh! We lovesies this vidsies! Oh dearies, it is of most-impertiveness (please start creating new words too! It's ever so phun!) that you pretty-please-with-a-cherry-on-top (we've always found that a bit scandalous, to be honest) craaank your speaker volume,* sip a Red Bull through a skinny red straw & press play. Then bop your head, whistle along and maybe paint your nails fire-sex-engine red afterwards.

Because this song will make you bebop till you can't stop, and the darling trip-dippy boys of The Tough Alliance so genuinely enjoy banging and singing and bebopping to their own song, it will render you incapable of one negative thought. And you will probably want a cupcake afterwards. Because when and why would you ever not want a cupcake? Inconceivabil-icious. Indeed!

Well, then. Glad we're so understated and regal today, bunnies. Yes, ever the ladies, we are, ever the fashionable-trashy-sexalicious old ladies.

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*And please note, dearies, that we genuinely understand it is not always possible to watch videos with the sound blaring while in ze workplace. However, we thinks you would still enjoy and benefit from partaking in the watching of this video even with no sound at all. None! Non! Nada! And also please note, dearies, that you will also acquire some most-lovely fashion tips (namely of the rolled-pants-turned-capris variety). Enjoy then, and carry on, you happy clams you.

A Tuesday Truth...errr, one day late, whoopsy daisies.

Cruising around the city.
Hotter than bejesus.
So hot the third baseman's Melton.
Long day of nannying.
The kids either wrestling and pinning each other.
Pinning and biting each other.
Or biting and wrestling each other.
Sliming us with their candy-coated-apple-juice-I-just-caught-a-frog paws.
(we admit this doesn't actually bother us. but we are painting a story right now!)
We slide Daft Punk in the player.
Kids start showin' off their best dance moves.
We dance too.
They start singing 'Around the World.'
We sing too.
They say turn it up! Turn it up!
We do.
Blastin' the a/c.
Dancin' and singin' to our French robots.
And that is all we need.
Yep.
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