tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post6720629469505827529..comments2024-02-13T03:44:31.734-05:00Comments on The Chicken's Consigliere: GuardiansChickenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609788440028784698noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-87790208859615502712010-01-16T01:25:06.173-05:002010-01-16T01:25:06.173-05:00Awe, Bea Girl. You said Dianne from Cheers and it...Awe, Bea Girl. You said Dianne from Cheers and it struck that chord...Exactly, that's who she has always reminded me of. You had a mullet? Wow. I only had a bad perm once. Happy New Year to you, Cow Girl. Hope all is going well!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-71380986002845162742010-01-09T21:24:24.041-05:002010-01-09T21:24:24.041-05:00Oh Chicken! This was delightful! I myself have al...Oh Chicken! This was delightful! I myself have always been too egotistical to listen to Id and SuperEgo, so I never heard a debate between Euro Trash Girl and Armani Girl myself, but I did follow their advice concurrently: The 80's: all pure Euro Trash Girl, including smoking Gauloise cigarettes (cancer's own calling card), black-dyed "tails" (that snip of hair at the back that was the euro-trash's "mullet"), watching foreign films (WITHOUT subtitles!)and eyeliner that would make a raccoon proud! Then, came the real world (1990's) of earning a paycheck and all of a sudden Ms. Barbara Bush is my fashion idol! All of this probably explains why I have one ear pierced and one not! lol I finally ditched both and went into rogue cowgirl personality with a bit of Dianne (from Cheers) prissiness mixed in and, hey, that's what seems to work!<br /><br />Glad you shared and all the best to you in the New Year!BeaWrightTherehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06698785297203267508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-42225707583574776002010-01-08T22:53:34.528-05:002010-01-08T22:53:34.528-05:00CB-MonDAY, TuesDAY, WednesDAY....I get the picture...CB-MonDAY, TuesDAY, WednesDAY....I get the picture. I can see it, the car, the cut-offs, the bottle of Riunite hidden in the trunk, the big hair not moving an INCH in the wind...good times. In my hometown we were more sedate. It was all about the gravel pit parties and the bonfire. I could have been hanging out with the wrong people, though:-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-52754219757472017052010-01-08T22:49:54.719-05:002010-01-08T22:49:54.719-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-75310026902585590222010-01-06T21:58:48.668-05:002010-01-06T21:58:48.668-05:00Chicken,
"Windsurfing" describes virtua...Chicken,<br /><br />"Windsurfing" describes virtually every summer weekend in the 80's that was celebrated with a "Days" in it..as in "Riverboat Days", "Hay Days", "Czech Days", Hobo Days", "Dakota Days"...<br /><br />CBAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-23476754787180957512010-01-04T14:46:20.678-05:002010-01-04T14:46:20.678-05:00Wandering through the astral ranges of blogsphere,...Wandering through the astral ranges of blogsphere, I stumbled across this fascinating entry and had one of those "WHOA" moments. It reminded me of that line from Cheech & Chong's "Santa and His Old Lady" routine, when Chong yells out "I seen the dude". I read about Eurotrash girl and Armani girl and it hit me like a Joe Frazier left hook to the spleen, I know those girls. In a past life, many moons ago, when I think I was a deer, a beguiling young doe I knew had the exact same friends. An unexpected injection of double O buckshot to my head from an unfortunately accurate 12 ga. shotgun ended any thoughts of hearing any more Eurotrash/Armani girl fights. However, maybe, just maybe if I spark up this big old Avo (Papa Hemingway raught me to smoke them) and pour me a fine glass of '88 Tignanaello, I'll be able to reach into the drug-addled memory banks and remeber who that doe was. Now, lemme see.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-77184532950817618032009-12-25T19:23:26.545-05:002009-12-25T19:23:26.545-05:00Did you ever watch that show "Six Feet Under&...Did you ever watch that show "Six Feet Under" about the funeral home where every episode began with a death scene? Yeah, your windsurfing description reminds me of that. Tell me you didn't. Tell me you did and I will be totally delighted...not only that you survived but that...you DID. A whole side of CB I never would have guessed at. As for your insight, I can only say, Amen Sister. Ain't that the truth. Have a happy Christmas, CB.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-85779296911639357622009-12-24T00:17:39.753-05:002009-12-24T00:17:39.753-05:00You know Sue the voices "go quiet" with ...You know Sue the voices "go quiet" with enough Kendall Jackson...at least that's been my experience. Of course, there is that state of altered reality where you have just enough Kendal Jackson to think Eurotrash Girl sounds like the most brilliant gal you've ever had the opportunity to meet; and "windsufing" on top of some guy's Ford F150 sounds like keen fun. (And by "windsurfing" I mean laying across the roof with your arms streched wide like and airplane, while speeds of upwards of 75 miles per hour are reached.) Personally, I think Eurotrash girl had a deathwish...and if it wasn't for Armani Girl I never would have graduated college...bless her repressed little heart.<br /><br />CBAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com