Fame!

So my friend Gus did this quiz where he found out that if he were a famous person he would be AL GORE. I was very surprised to hear my results. Turns out I am:




Dogster must have sensed my way with the ladies (and the gents) and thus gave me George Clooney. I was relieved because once I found out that one of the celebrities you could be was Amy Winehouse I thought she was a shoo-in for my celebrity doppleganger. Well, my sissy is:



I think it's just cuz they both are fitness fanatics. And also my sissy pretends to have a British accent (and a career---ZING!)

I still think I'm one beehive away from Amy Winehouse because man do I have the pipes for the blues.

The Corganova at work.

Yes, I have been AWOL for several days, deep in thought as you can see:

I've been trying to think of how to help all of my friends who have asked for help in the romance/seduction front. As you can see, with a face like this I don't need much help:

I have come up with what I think is a foolproof plan. I am going to make Wally suits out of the fur from the furminator! This is hair that my ma ape brushed out of my BUM (I like to protect my ass-ets!)


To give you a sense of how much fur this is--here's the pile of fur relative to me. While it may take some time to make, say, a Mango-sized Wally suit, a few more sessions with the furminator should do it. As my ma ape likes to say, my fur production defies all law of mass and matter:


So I have many things to update you on this weekend including 1) news from RANDI about National Wallymelon Month 2) a certain GooberStan working on his charm with the ladies by sending my ma ape a package!!!!!! (she has been won over) and 3) a death in the stuffy family:


Lest you spend your entire Friday worrying, no monkey sticks were killed in the making of this photo. Maimed, perhaps, but not destroyed. Now--I have some blogs to read!

The Casanovador

Tonight I am watching a show on Nature called "What Females Want."


I. Will. Be. Unstoppable.

Giving Good Face

This weekend I've had a great time chattin' and have gotten some great cooking tips from Snowball and learned tales of funny sibs like Ben the Rotti's lobsters. But Jake and Just Harry wanted to know how I get so many ladies. And, frankly, it is my moneymaker. No, not my bum. My lovely face!

This is my most charmingest grin.


Blowing kissies:

I can do wonderful impressions. My granny has a touch of the flu and here I am doing her coughing faces:

And in my best sissymask:



And the best looking dudes have to look hot even while eating:


And here I am with my salmon skin cigar:

I can even wink AND flirt while I am eating:

Sometimes I like a touch of color on my face so I rooted in the mud a bit.

I like to call this my natural look.




And here I am with sissydrool on my face.


And just plain handsome.