Thursday, March 20, 2008

Pot and Kettle

Two quick pictures for y'all:

Back in October, my lovely gal Twisted Noodle challenged me to go all the way. All the way through Nablopomo, that is (whatever else could you have been thinking?).
Nablopomo is this silly "challenge" where you post on your blog every day for the month of November, which is a lot harder than it sounds. Trust me. Go back in the archives and look if you don't believe me. By the end I was praying for a tidy little padded room where I could curl up into the fetal position and mumble about feet. But, I'll probably do it again this year, for whatever that's worth.

Anyways, she promised me a sassy t-shirt from this place if I did it, and lo and behold, here it is.
My awesome new shirt:


Note the giant bruise on my arm. I got this by running into the door to the butter compartment on my fridge, sad as that is. Damn delicious butter.

Thanks for the t-shirt love, TN!


And, a pic from my debaucherous Tuesday with M.
And no, you can't see our boobies. We save that sort of stuff for the Skyway Lounge.

Now, I'm going shopping.
Have a lovely Thursday, my little lap-dancing pygmy Eskimos.
XO

19 comments:

Fran said...

Now there's a great shirt. I thought it was your boobs speaking to one another at first. Maybe it was???

And I loved the description of your nightspot there. I was so glad to click into that link and read about "downtown Minneapolis's last remaining heckhole"

Heckhole?????

That is more like the pot calling the kettle a shade of military gunship gray... Isn't it??

wafelenbak said...

Hey Whiskey Marie, what brand of jeans are you wearing in photo #1? They are FAAAAABULICIOUS.

Nature Girl said...

ran into the butter compartment? I have to write that one down because nobody believes my excuses anymore... ;P

and dang it all, I shoulda went with the obvious huh? Always go with the first instinct they say, I knew you wouldn't be needlepointing sad clowsn...it would have to be something way more disturbing than that!
Glad you had a good time!

Stacie

Stacey said...

Ouch,WM...that's one nasty bruise...uh are you sure you didn't get that on your night with M ?


Have fun shopping. I'm not the least bit jealous that I'm sitting here at work while you're out buying all kinds of delectable , delightful goodies. Nope. Not.at.all.

Whiskeymarie said...

wafelenbak- DKNY "Brooklyn" fit jeans. I love love love them (and got them for $20 at Marshalls)

Grant Miller said...

I love being debauched.

Ghost Dansing said...

cliquot club eskimos

Ghost Dansing said...

a little more information:

The Clicquot Club Eskimos was a banjo orchestra under the direction of Harry Reser. The band was quite well known because of its nationwide weekly half-hour radio broadcasts sponsored by Clicquot Club, which was a popular brand of ginger ale. Clicquot is pronounced "Klee-Ko" and was the fictional name of the Eskimo Boy that was pictured on the bottle and in the company's advertising. The Clicquot Club radio program was on the air from 1925 to 1935. The Clicquot Club Eskimos wore eskimo suits when playing live and before a studio audience. The same basic band recorded under a dizzying array of pseudonyms for dozens of different record labels.

Whiskeymarie said...

Gdansing- I love how you think. That's actually pretty funny info.

Ghost Dansing said...

a little morebawdy sinceyou're talking about strip clubs and have a t-shirt and bruise.....
raveonettes

Lollie said...

So that what we're calling the Mister now?...the "BUTTER DOOR COMPARTMENT"? Did he whomp you because of the debauchery and boobie flashing on Tuesday?

And yes, the jeans are fab. My ever widening hips are living vicariously and jealously through yours...

Ben said...

Yep, that shirt is definitely WM material; well done TN.

Cheers

H said...

Sometimes love hurts. Even when it's a love of butter.

Gwen said...

I lurve that shirt and may have to get one. Have you ever checked out Threadless.com? I love a smart t-shirt.

CDP said...

Fran and Stacie both made me laugh. I'm always covered with bruises the source of which I can never remember, so I'm also always making up excuses about them.

Fran said...

Yes CDP gets her bruises walking into the Necco compartment.

Me- I get mine when struggling with that damn screwpull that needs replacing. Corks leave the damndest bruises!

TwistedNoodle said...

The shirt looks great.I love those jeans too. And for only 20 bucks...such a deal. My kinda shopper.

Sorry about your boo-boo.

Stefanie said...

Now you can replace the Poppin' Fresh NaBlo badge with that photo, superimposed with the text "I posted every day for a month and all I got was this fabulous t-shirt."

Also, a butter compartment injury? You have no idea how much other people's ridiculous injuries comfort me. I like to know I'm not alone.

John said...

The bruise just adds to the mystic Whiskey-swilling badass biker chick that you are. In case you haven't noticed, I'm reading your entire blog because you have become my crack pipe, you siren cheesecake bitch from hell. There are several shrines to you in my home, and I've petitioned congress to erect a statue of you in every city in America. Also, I am actively searching adult video stores throughout the state to find a bootleg copy of the Whiskey Sex Chronicles, but I've been unable to locate one so far. Would you consider sending me an autographed copy...with a pair of your panties? If this is asking too much, go ahead. Degrade me like I deserve! Do it. DO IT!