Embarrassing Purchases

I'm not sure why I did it, but my hand pulled out Music and Lyrics from that damn Duane Reade $9.99 movie rack. So, my Saturday night is planned out, with a quickstop at my nearest gay bar to be around my beautiful neighborhood boys, like on Queer As Folk only a little uglier.

No star sightings in a while, though I called a celebrity today and left a message on his voice mail. And my cousin Paul, a celebrity to me, called to thank me for attending the Bob Schneider concert. We agreed Schneider looks like his younger brother Lee, which must incite an urge in Paul to deliver a beating.

For Mother's Day, might I suggest a renting of Serial Mom, starring the husky-voiced Kathleen Turner? She drops some excellent f and p-bombs.