Sponge Girl Informs Public on "Tabloid"
In a surprise move Doug Pascover, expert dialectician and grammarian afflicted by the fatal curmudgeonitis horribilis or "Henry Higgins' Disease", has enlisted the help of Sponge Girl in defining the essence of Tabloid.
In a short statement Sponge Girl explained her acceptance of the offer by saying "While I generally don't believe in anything being definite - thus making definitions somewhat void - in this instance I had to make an exception. The Tabloidistanis are a vastly misunderstood people, and I hope my little contribution can help further understanding of their customs and societal norms".
"Plus after the little... incident in Queensland all those years ago, I owed Doug a favour," added the starlet, refusing to elaborate further.
posted by Sponge Girl @ 8:02 pm
15 comments
15 Comments:
You were fabulous Crouching Tiger... Absolutely marvelous!
How could I not say wonderful things about you dear one? There is no other option... no.
You are, after all, the Amazing Sponge Girl! P-lease respect that people!
'enry 'iggins disease? Indeed, Madame!
Thanks for coming over. We're even for Queensland, although I do hope you're kinder to lonely stationhands now.
MizB, you light up my nights and tickle my tummy. Rispek', girl!
Doug, pleasure was all mine. And don't worry, I've learnt my lesson. I now know there are places Vegemite does not belong.
Som this is where you hang out. Met you ove rat Doug´s and it seem like I have a lot of reading to do here. Well done with the definition of tabloids!
You are too funny! Will be back
Spongey's got all popular. Good on spongey.
I'm visiting via Doug. Your writing makes me laugh!
Those Tabloidistanis are addicted to Botox and Pilates.
Are you SURE you don't ever take a naked jaunt on the beach or roll around in honey? I'm a reporter from the Blathe Times and would like an exclusive.
Keep up the great blogging!!!!
Spongegirl, I don't want you to think I'm stalking you by looking at your profile, but I thought you should know I share your interest in owning stuff.
He-hey, people! Welcome all.
Monika, read away, and I'm glad you enjoyed the definition. I certainly had a very good time writing it. That's my tip of the day: if you want to enjoy writing something, roll around naked in honey at the same time.
...does that answer your question, jamie?
pia, the second guest room in the green wing is always yours. Stay as long as you like.
kay - but you do know I'll never forget my roots, don't you? I'm still, I'm still Spongey from the blog... (insert shimmying here, apply bling-bling at will)
actonbell, what a lady and a stationhand get up to in those lonely moments between shearings is no-one's business but the posthumous biographer's. I hope you understand.
On that note, can I book dear MizB as my posthumous biographer? For payment I could haunt LovaMama... And break her pantry.
tlm, the thing about stalking is that I can do it right back atcha. So stalk at will, but remember -
I can seeeeee youuuuuuu....
Holy lord my sis's famous!
...wonder if I can cash in on it...
*ahem* For exclusive inside dirt (ew, not that kind!) on Spongey, contact me, I'll feed your gossiphungry minds!
Unless she forbids of course...
What can I say, the power of older sisters.. I aint game to fight it.
Cash away, only not in a Jennifer Aniston's mother- sort of way. For your own good, dollface.
Just don't tell them about the mishap with the noodles.
But the noodle story could be made into a movie! C'mon, you've got to give your readers something...
Excuse me, Mirri, but could we fictionalize it a little? Change a name or two? I have dogs and they're very sensitive about my reputation.
It was you in the buffalo mask?! And you tell me only now!
I feel so violated.
And to think that I only stayed untill the pudding delivery. Dammit.
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