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Happy Birthday Polt!


Friday is Polt’s birthday – so what better song to celebrate our favorite man who loves purple
than Kiss by Prince

You don’t have to be hetero

to turn me on

I just need your comments baby

From dusk ’til dawn

You don’t need experience

To turn me out

You just leave it all up to me

I’m gonna show you what it’s all about


You don’t have to be rich

To be my man

You don’t have to be cool

I’ll be your fan


Ain’t no particular sign I’m more compatible with

I just want your extra HUGS, cause you’re

Chris


You got to not talk dirty, baby

If you wanna impress me

You can’t be too flirty

mama


I know how to undress me (Yeah)

I want to be your fantasy

Maybe you could be mine

You just leave it all up to me

We could have a good time


You don’t have to be rich

To be my boy

You don’t have to be cool

or suave or coy


Ain’t no particular sign I’m more compatible with

I just want your extra HUGS, cause you’re


Chris


Yes
Oh, I think I wanna dance
Gotta, Gotta


Little girl Michelle’s parade

Gotta, gotta, gotta


Men and not girls rule your world

I said they rule your world


Act your age

mama


Not your shoe size


Maybe we could do the twirl

You don’t have to watch Dynasty

To have an attitude


You just leave it all up to me

My love will be your food

Yeah


You don’t have to be rich

To be my guy

You don’t have to be cool

I think you’re fly


Ain’t no particular sign I’m more compatible with

I just want your extra HUGS, cause you’re

Chris

Happy Birthday Polt!

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Tired of sporting the same tired do? Stuck in a follicular rut? When you look in the mirror do you see nothing but dreckitude? Well, just like Tyra on America’s Next Top Model, I’ve decided to give you all a makeover to unleash your fabulous inner yous. And like Ms. Banks, I won’t be satisfied until I make one (or all) of you cry. So enjoy your fierce new looks and don’t forget to SMIZE, bitches!

What better way to play up Adam’s fiery ginger locks than with a big, beautiful ‘fro? It’s a hard knock life, but with “The Annie,” Adam is sure to attract all the sugar daddies. Better watch out Mr. Sombrero!

Have you heard that Ty and Mikey moved in together? Cute roommates deserve cute haircuts. With “The Bert and Ernie”* everyone will know these two belong together. *These hairstyles have been brought to you by the letters, C and R.

I was going to give our monkey lord “The God,” but I already did that. Since Craig’s other claim to fame is the Puntabuschlong, I thought it was only fitting I give Craig “The Rod.” And unlike Mr. Stewart, Craig will never have to ask, “Do ya think I’m sexy?”

Bald is sexy (I always say). Patrick Stewart, Boris Kodjoe, Elmer Fudd, Ziggy – all are bodaciously bare. It would be criminal to cover up Jere’s glorious pate, so I just enhanced it with “The Charlie.” Good grief, he looks hot.

I believe that among us, M. Nico has produced the most spawn. And so, “The Gosselin” seemed appropriate for this superdad. It’s all business up front and screeching harpy in back.

Chris D. is one wonderful, sensitive and thoughtful guy. But it’s the quiet ones you have to look out for. Let “The Anton” serve as a warning…

Kimi and I share a deep admiration for the host of tv’s Dirty Jobs, Mike Rowe. And what does every dirty boy need? A dirrty girl! With “The Xtina,” Kimi is beautiful in every single way. So don’t you bring her down.

As loyal C&R readers (all 5 of us) know, FDot continues to bring in the low scores on the Have You Ever?! quizzes.  So to bring out his inner slut, he gets “The Snooki.” Now he’ll have lots of dirty secrets to hide under that poof.

VUBOQ, in case you didn’t know, stands for Vicious Unrepentant Bitter Old Queen. I thought I’d give VUBOQ a more subtle look by dialing down the vicious to a mere nasty. With “The Nellie,” those little hoes on the prairie don’t stand a chance.

Did you know that Mel wants to move to Iceland? I figured I’d help him fit in with the locals by giving him “The Bjork.” Not only are his new buns adorable, but they’ll keep his ears warm during the cold, Icelandic winters.

Paul sports a glorious swirl on the back of his head. It’s the source of all his power. Thanks to “The Gwen” his new front swirl makes Paul invincible. I wonder if he’ll use his powers for good or evil…?

John’s been coasting on the cute bunny thing for too long. All that fluffy fur needed to go. “The Hareless” gives john the cutting edge look that might make us believe that he really does have a cold, dead heart.

Have you seen this man with his shirt off? Hubba hubba. And I’ll throw in an extra hubba for good measure. David could be on the cover of a romance novel. With the flowing mane of “The Fabio” it won’t be long before Harlequin comes a knockin’.

What better look for Bossy, the Chairwoman and CEO of I Am Bossy than “The Trump”? This powerful hairstyle demands authority, respect and billions of dollars – and will stay in place through multiple firings.

Enrico has graduated from college! And will be heading to New York! How will the big city and its wicked ways affect Enrico? Will he remain innocent or not that innocent? With “The Britney,” we’ll never know.

This Firework is meant for fame and fortune. With the “Katy” Josh is sure to be everybody’s Teenage Dream, at least that’s what this California Gurl thinks.

When he’s not making cupcakes, Ryan’s some sort of smart scientist guy. With “The Albert” maybe Ryan will come up with that anti-aging elixir I’ve been waiting for. Get going Ryan! I’m not getting any younger.

I can only imagine that Mr. Sombrero must be a pretty easygoing guy to put up with Adam’s shenanigans. So to help him stay “mellow,” I gave him “The Marley.” Plus – new hat! And I took away his shirt. You’re welcome.

David from Blogography has a very bad monkey. He creates chaos and destruction wherever he goes. But BM’s victims will never be angry with David. With “The Betty,” all is forgiven. Seriously, who could ever be mad at Betty White? Everyone loves her! And now they’ll love David, too. No matter what his little hellraiser does.

Purple…sex… why, Polt and Prince are almost the same person. With “The Prince” Polt is ready to hop into his little red corvette, drive to erotic city, pick up some sweet young thing in a raspberry beret and give him a kiss and some HUGS…

Nathan is Canadian. Which means he’s nice. So I waved my magic wand and gave him “The Glinda.” Now Nathan is officially a friend of Dorothy.

Tam. Also Canadian. Also nice. And who is nicer than Doris Day? Probably lots of people, because she’s dead. Wait, is she dead? I’m pretty sure she is. Anyway, Tam was already sweet, but with “The Doris,” she’ll give you a cavity.

I was going to go against the “nice” stereotype and give the kid “The Lohan,” but I didn’t want to corrupt her. That’s Adam’s job. So Kristen gets to stay wholesome with “The Funicello” – even though she is too young to know who that is.

To be brief (unlike Justin’s comments) I gave Justin “The Asterisk.”

David’s a writer, with a penchant for horror. To keep him in the mood, I gave him “The Poe.” I’m sure his new look will inspire that blockbuster zombie flick. Don’t forget me in your Oscar acceptance speech, David!

“The Dolly”* allows Mush to be a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll. With her teased blonde hair, Mush can bring out the bubbly perkiness that lies within.  *Boobs included.

When I think “funny,” the last person I think of is Bruce Vilanch. But he’s one of the most ridiculous and thus, just the ticket for the Infamous Dr. Para. With “The Bruce,” I’ve turned scary into approachable. Or maybe I’ve turned scary into horrifying…

Now that I’m posting on C&R, my poor noodlepuddin’ is bound to be neglected. I gave him “The Alex” so that I will be reminded to never to ignore him. Hey, has anyone seen john?

Xi_Heather and TwoPi are two of the most intelligent people I’ve never met. Being so brilliant is exhausting (believe me, I know). So I’m giving their brains a much-deserved vacation from all that thinking with “The Chrissy” and “The Lloyd.”  Derp.

Growing up, I wanted to be a Brady. With “The Jan,” I am one far out, groovy chick. Marcia wishes she looked this good. And Thindy can thuck it. Now if you’ll excuse my beauty, I have a hot date with my boyfriend George Glass.

My Royal Tirade

A long time ago on a planet known as the Earth people learned that one of the princes of a nation called the United Kingdom was going to marry his long time girlfriend and people got very excited. The last time anyone got this excited about a royal wedding was thirty years ago when that prince’s mother married that prince’s father. We have since learned that fairytale weddings can end in acrimony and that the media zoo surrounding them can grandly distort the realities of the lives the people living in that fairytale. All of that leads me to say “STFU about this royal wedding!!!!”

I’m exhausted from this wedding and it hasn’t even happened. I’m not even going to it and I feel like I already know too much. Do we really need the New York Times reporting on the minutia of Kate and William’s plans? I thought we could leave that up to the tabloids! Does anyone really care where each member of the wedding party is going to be staying the night before the ceremony? And if they do, I would like to know why? Does knowing this make you feel something that I don’t? What else do you need to know to feel that way? Do you need to know whether Kate will be wearing lacy pink panties or that William prefers boxer briefs with his johnson tucked to the side? It is just all too much and the frenzy is starting to disgust me. These are two very privileged people, arguably some of the most privileged people in the world, and people are foaming at the mouth to learn the details of an orgy of excess.

I was about to write that I was glad it was all going to be over in a matter of days, but in reality it is not. We still have to deal with the recap and replay of the festivities wherein every players outfit, demeanor and role are critiqued from every angle. I bet it’s enough to make Prince Charles wish he could really turn into a tampon and hide away from the world. What’s worse is that once the nuptials are sealed, the media will be on high baby bump alert. And when the prince and princess achieve their orgasmic trophy of a baby we will be forced to hear all about the details of the events leading up to the birth. AAARRGHHH!!!!

This is not a rant that has just burst forth from me, but one that has been building and roiling to a feverish pitch for days now. I don’t even expect to attain much satisfaction by spewing it, but it might help to know that I’m not the only person thinking this is all overkill. I was barely conscious at the last fiasco so I do not know how this compares, but I can’t help but feel that this wedding’s fervor is less sane than than its elder counterpart. Please tell me I’m wrong.

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