Tim Grobaty: Painting the town blue

Painting the White House Flamingo Pink....that is my plan. Lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz....got a new 500 SL...would you like to join me at the Petersen Automobile Museum. I hear they have cupcakes there. I have a present for you, her name is Mama Kitty....she is a stuffed animal. Ask Scott about her.....stories, funny, funny stories, getting drunk in the backyard for summers on end, then I had to move as neighbor wanted to Kill Mama Kitty... I just said NO so moved to the Ghetto....miss the Lakewood Plaza. Oh well, guess I'll move to Antarctica or some such place where the Road reaches the Rising SUN!

I HEAR THEY HAVE CUPCAKES THERE!!!!!

who let Jane out of the basement?

WOW, painting the white house FLAMINGO PINK...what a NOVEL idea. Timothy, I know you are really into your Friday Playlist, there is some song by the Bare Naked Ladies, something about sending monkeys to them, like postcards and furry stuffed animals. And just all around monkeys, like bananas and anything that monkeys might like. Like nuts or beans or I don't know what monkeys eat but they must eat something. Three day fed ex is best...trust me I know, I sent shrimp cocktails there once...they couldn't trace it. I think I pissed Cheney off however....

http://bnl.com (maybe)

Regarding the basement comment, methinks that came from my MOLE. I LOVE YOU!

oh no, Bluth got out too...I had 'em chained together.

don't count on seeing a BNL concert locally any time soon. Steven Page got busted for coke and La Migra probably won't let him into the U.S. from Canada.

Tim it sure would be nice to get my hometown paper at home so when I need to call Mr. Rich Man I will have his number close at hand. How much is a script? Can you bill me? No comp necessary. Ink costs money.
I am writing in my Dr. Suess way to a guy by the Name of William who works at Yamhill Winery in McMinneville, OR. A mighty fine place. We had our 'third' date yesterday. We can not meet face to face until we leave the country on September 11th in Antarctica and not return for more than four seasons. We have to let the dust settle. We don't want to be involved we have been way too involved and it has been very very hard on the both of us to the point that we just want to go away and be alone forever and a day. He lives by the sword. I live by the pen. I am the stronger. He has my back.

Well, it just so happens I am leaving the country through Canada because I have caused a media sensation and I am sick of being followed. Some people are very very sick. Obsessive to the point of causing killing fields and stealthy fire fights. Steven Page wrote a song for me called Jane. My Peacock and I kind of have a handle on what is so in the United States Government at this point in time. Seems I have been illegally wiretapped from the Clinton Administration throughout the Cheney Administration. On November 22 I am filing two suits. One against the Federal government for same and the other with my Hometown for arresting me for saying the "F" word while I was in 'Love in the Library,' I believe there is some First Amendment Issue there, as a wise man once said on Sirius Satellite Radio the 48 most important words (or was that 49, I'm real bad at math) are the in the First Amendment. Back to where I was. I'm going to go visit the Bare Naked Ladies and we are gonna get on a Lear and fly to Antarctica so I can marry a man for the sole purpose of providing him with immunity. I do receive benefit however. Seems he bought an Austin Martin while he was in charge of The Punky Trust. It is an unauthorized purchase. I am loaning it to a guy I could have married, he works at the Petersen Automotive Museum. I sent him a Starbucks bear. His name is Teddy Roosevelt. My secret agent man is jealous of Teddy Roosevelt. He wants to be like Teddy and live at the White House and have children's parties and lots of animals and games to play and so on and so forth.

However, we need a much needed vacation first. I think 24 seasons should do it. I am obsessed with glacial moraine, and rocks and water and rain. Anything to do with physical geography. I am obsessed with penguins and flamingos and of course pink cupcakes. I think what this is really about is a house painting party. Rather painting the town blue as Tim would say, the plan is is to paint The Big White House pink so Jimmy Buffet can come and play in the Rose Garden and feel comfortable not just wearing Flip Flops, but barefoot all together, hells bells there may even be barenaked ladies there. I know I am one. I was born that way. I will always tell my truth. I have a story to tell about a man who is a peacock and a woman, myself that was a Flamingo but they made her an eagle by making her "Crazy" as Patsy Cline would say.
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David St Hubbins wrote:

don't count on seeing a BNL concert locally any time soon. Steven Page got busted for coke and La Migra probably won't let him into the U.S. from Canada.

Hey Tim,

If you want to know how bad it is physically imagine drinking microwaved Starbucks as you don't have time to make coffee so you get it the night before and have leftovers. I just broke a glass in the bathtub, I had to get out and put it in the Pinnochio Cookie Jar as Pinnochio made me break it with his lies. Then in an attempt to clean up my office which is LITERALLY in my bathtub I came across the Pepto Bismo lying on the floor, which reminded me that I have Jaegermeister and its a pretty good chaser. Smoke four packs a day, eat with my fingers out of to-go boxes, pop in and out of my office to jump on line...which makes a trail of puddles on the hard wood and tile very slippery. BTW: Kristen and her husband, remember me telling you about that????? FAKE FAKE FAKE!!!! She had a secret. She is a girls best friend.

Anyway, gotta run...I'm starting to write like Dr. Suess again. The crime! A writer! You can't WRITE! Why would the Secret Service want you. All you did was talk on your t-e-l-e-p-h-o-n-e!

I resent that comment! Take it back. TAKE IT BACK NOW or I will never let you see Ellen. Everybody loves Ellen but I think Miss Bluth may hate you. Can't imagine why? Stop being so mean to her! Ellen and I concur. Leave her be and she will fly like an Eagle...

Boss Tweed wrote:

oh no, Bluth got out too...I had 'em chained together.

Hey Timothy, are you Catholic or is that catholic. Sorry, didn't READ your post. Just noticed you are going on a road trip. Road trips are a grand adventure. E-Ticket item, National Parks System Pass for $80 for the entire year. If you are over 65 or disabled you get a GOLDEN PASS. Free admission for life AND 50% off a lot of services including camp sites.

we'll pump some CX gas into the building, and when she passes out, grab her.

You drugged me on the train, and then deposited it me at Willow Station, I thought I was in San Diego, at Amtrak, where this all STARTED. I know that you stole my paper, was it you dog, or was it you, kiss Licker for me, he is so sweet, but you are sick, such Strange regrets. Who would name, a dog so cool a name like Licker you are a fool. If you want me, you'll have to wait in bitter hell. If you think that I am part of you, it is not true, you can not be, when I found out, my bitter hell, was shared by you it rang my bell, how can we stop our letters now, can we go now, to Four Seasons Hell, it will not change a think yeah know, it may be us, it may be well, I think that Friday, Tim posts his mail, or is it that he posts it well, can we begin to listen to, a song you sang, to me your friend, when I am here alone and naked, I think of you and your dog, Licker. You are a perv, you want me so, I will not give you what you deserve, when you lick my feet, and dye my hair, when you give me gas, and bring asbithe (sp?). You advance me again, you secret man, you called my friend and told him when, you said that I, had not time for you, but if he wrote a headline or two, you kidnapped me, you had your way, you did me then, I KNOW YOU WELL. Hope it was fun, it was SUBLIME. You date raped me, you are a crime, when you find me you will be mine. I love you so, but can not tell if you were fine, or keeping time, when I saw you, again I say, that I do not remember you, when I saw you, again last night, I wonder where you took me then. There was a limo, and Chinese chicken, I was not there, you are a freak. In your sick mind, you love me more than you can say, in your sick mind you think that you, were good to me. You are a fool. I have to go, but I can not walk. My car is yours, I want it back. If I have it, I can get away. If you want me, deliver it. I'll take a nap, and it is is so, The Black Eyed Peas are good for luck. Good luck to you my one true friend, when Jimmy Buffett hears from me, you are dead meat. You will be known from here to hell, as the one who named his Licker fella.

Boss Tweed wrote:

we'll pump some CX gas into the building, and when she passes out, grab her.

Military Intelligence is not an oxymoron, take for instance the Tall Tale of Queen Jane and King David. She was a Czarina from behind The Iron Curtain and he was a Prince from the fjords. They met on a bench. He said do you like me. She said yes. She said do you like me. He said yes. She said, do you want to marry. He said "Hell, yeah." so he took her to a place that she obsesses over, the only place that he can't follow without her knowledge. He traces here from east to west, from north to south, from meridian to weather veins. He has a satellite, in fact he has ten, they are public domain, he tracks her down, she tells him that she wants to be alone. He will not hear, he can not stand that fact that she does not want him. He live across, the great divide, he lives on Golden across the street, he sneaks about and has his way. He has the CIA freak her down. She does not scare. But he's afraid, that she will not be there for him. And it is true, she will not do, what she is told, no matter what. He knows that she, can rule the world. It may be now. Why not we say. I thought we'd wait, but there's no time. I have a date, it is all mine, it is a date that shares a date, with someone that has sealed my fate, her name is Bette, and she ain't kind, her son is Zac and he's so fine, he was a dinosaur boy but now he's a man. He will be happy for me his friend. His mother though will freak again.

I have a date, a wedding date. It will be cold, I'll wear a coat. I have a place, I picked it then, he has a ring, it is my friend. When we are we and you are you we have a plan to party again. There is a bear, his name is Teddy. He lives on Roosevelt. And when he moves, it will be hell. But not so much, they've seen it all. There is a place, I have in mind, I know that you, can pull the strings, I work a room, you work the halls. So when we wed, you speak for me, I am not you, I can not yell, I want to be, alone for me, in privacy, in Observatory Row. If you are then, my partner then, we'll have a house up on the hill, and then we can be up in arms, observing Navy men from a Victorian. We'll need an exorcist, to be sure. We have some skeletons that we must cure. So marry me and we will see that change what is so is no hard task. It takes a plan and that is all, its monkey business and he wants all. If I could say for you I know, that when I fall, you'll pick me up. You called me now. You did not speak. You want me now to post our fate. You'll marry me or you will pay, the price of us lost in a maze. If when we see, that it is so, we will have Teddy Bears in our Pink House. We'll ruin the world with our true love, the will not know what hit them then. You want me to post, and I will not, I'll take a bath and you will be, across the street, you'll have to wait. There is one thing, you know is true, I love you so, you'll marry me. We'll have a blast and then we'll got, to another place to live as well, it is your job, it is your fate, how did this happen please relate!

Insert sound bite of cuckoo clock here.