The Fatty styles it all shiny, clean and new.

Know what I like? Coming home to a high rise apartment style hotel room with more square footage than my own place after a shared cab ride with a beautiful and unpretentious "burlesque dancer" (see ya!) and finding that the refrigerator is about 20 % bigger and 200 % nicer than the one in my trap door spider hole of an apartment.

Now? I shudder at the way I live in Ventura. I want to stay here in the Wayne Foundation Towers forever and ever and ever.....


My string of Brian Posehn San Diego sightings is unbroken.He was at the Artsy Fartsy burlesque thingy I went to tonight. So someone go call ESPN 4 or 5 (on which I watched an old kinescope of the Jack LaLaine housefrau excercise show the other night.It was too familiar to be kitsch and too cheesey to be cool, but I know that somewhere out there, someone was masturbating.) and tell them the streak goes on and on. In platform shoes, I could body double for him should he become a Hollywood super star.

Posehn, not LaLaine, you Douchebag.

This girl I saw tonight with the paint-shaker hips is a genius.

Even MINUS the boner factor, it's impossible to take your eyes off of her even when she's just vibrating all over the dance floor for fun after the show.In her pastied nudie bra and assless panties, she possesses that A-Number-1, Kiss Me On The Lips, Where Do I Sign Mister? kind of CAN DO Americanism that we all need right now.



Lets do face math.
+ X EQUALS The Batfatty's face.

Yes, that's exactly how you'll all address me from now on: THE Bafatty.

Now I'm dark, Larry!
T.B.F.