Garret Life

Plop.

Garrett? I gather we are discussing the newest Edna’s Edibles outpost located in the 147th arrondissement?

Girls, girls, GIRLS! I'd stay out of that hallway bathroom for at least an hour if I were you!

I live for THE DANCE!!

I need to me faire baiser MAINTENANT!

Help us!!!

"I had some very complicated interactions with Iman... or was that a man?"

She lost her glasses yet again!

And she possibly left them in a…thrift store.

Oh, were these the frames from that fancy boutique where he "knew the owner" and haunted various branches, presumably pestering the put-upon shopbottoms for freebies?

Maybe lost to a Starbucks shitter or creperie craperie

And still we rise! Our rubrics are up, too.....

In which Bav compares the current NY production of CABARET to a “fuck buddy”:

[QUOTE] And yet because of the keen continued casting of its Emcee and Sally roles in London I have seen it more than any production that is not at the Royal Ballet. Four times? Five? So I have grown to understand it in some way if not love it - as if it is a fuck buddy I don't really like on some inscrutable level but keep having sex with because he makes me aware of my scrotum in odd even endearing ways. Just not sure if Cabaret - inscrutable and odd in its own ways - should be endearing

🤢🤢🤢 withered scrotum

Dropping such overt sexual references into his "writing" is always an indication that his mental health is teetering on the brink more than usual...