To Pursey, with Love

As I mentioned in my recent schmooze-post, I have become very fond of Pursey Tutweiler, over at Live at the Gay Agenda. I am also fond of her fellow bloggers and am a real fan of them all, so this “artwork” raises real conflict in me.

Lola, of course, can’t bear to see this done to Cary Grant, whose children she doubtless would have loved to bear… Pursey issues a primal scream of sorts–will somebody photoshop this?

Alas, I am more of a photoshopper than I can bear to admit on most days, so I apologize to Cary and Lola (and hope that she will treasure sharing a coordinating conjunction with him in this sentence) and offer this up on the altar of friendship to Pursey, along with a little bit of “Un-fair to Remember” (a nod to Woody).

DUBYA: I have a corsage for you.

KARL: How thoughtful. I don’t believe that I recognize the flower, though…

DUBYA: It’s a turd blossom! Pulled it right out of a cow pie. Kinda made me thinka you.

KARL: You were thinking of me? (giggles nervously) Gosh, thanks!

DUBYA: Kin I ask ya somethin kinda personal?

KARL: Anything, Mister-Going-To-Be-President-Someday!

DUBYA: Isn’t yer head kinda big for yer body?

KARL: I’m packing brains for two, dear!

DUBYA: Whuzzat?

KARL: (coyly) I’m expecting!

DUBYA: Well, it sure ain’t mine.

KARL: Oh, never mind. Just don’t make any dates to meet me at the top of the Empire State Building.

DUBYA: Where’s that?