Another day, another fight in my Playhouse:

It's been awhile since Carolyn Monroe and I hung out together. Still, she's been over to my place at least a thousand times and it seemed unnecessary for her to ask why I have silver tinsel decorating my table lamp. Not only did it seem unnecessary, it also appeared that the question might have been intended as a pointed insult. Here I'd been expecting Carolyn to relax and swill a few beers with me, and instead I found myself fielding queries about my furniture. I'm not a decorator. I didn't even put that tinsel there for effect. Somehow it ended up on my lamp after a drunken night of debauchery when I was dancing around naked on my balcony with the shade on my head. Carolyn knew that already. Was she trying to make me feel self-conscious about my excessive drinking? Why would she attempt the impossible? Was I misinterpreting her question? Who cared anyways? I was already one sixpack into my evening and her flippant tone was all the justification I needed to bash her perfect 36DDs into my industrial carpet..

Check inside my Playhouse to see this violent, drunken spectacle!


- XXOO Tanya