Ayyyy! Debra Messing!

SPIRIT FINGERS: “I Am Not A Plastic Bag.”

MANOLO: “Express…” straight to Kirstie Alley Junction.

PLUMCAKE: Is it bad that when I first saw this I thought “damn, I think I forgot to put the tarp over the firewood?”

SPIRIT FINGERS: Guys, I don’t know if we should be doing this. Can we really judge a celebrity if we haven’t walked a mile in their sandals with their personal assistant by our side to carry all the shopping?

PLUMCAKE: It’s like a math problem. If xylophonic actress “A” has a drag coefficient area of Cd x YFt^2 when Y=rillyrillybig, how many big-boned residents of Boca have to sacrifice their lucky bingo schmattas?

MANOLO: Thank Heavens for that camisole.

PLUMCAKE: Thank Heavens that her flip flops have those little suckers on the bottom. Girlfriend would be at 30,000 feet over Van Nuys right now.

SPIRIT FINGERS: Maybe her car broke down again and she had to parachute into town for some provisions. Damn Toyota Priuses!

PLUMCAKE: No kidding, but she’ll get hers. Those Macy’s handlers are going to be pissed when they discover she’s run away.

MANOLO: Shelly Winter’s wardrobe! Helen Thomas’s hair color!

SPIRIT FINGERS: In the words of the immortal Karen Walker – “Grace, honey, that thing hurts like a hangover.”

3 Responses to “Ayyyy! Debra Messing!”

  1. Cat September 28, 2007 at 1:46 pm #

    Did she lose a bet or something?

  2. daisyj. September 28, 2007 at 2:26 pm #

    Somewhere, a Holiday Inn is missing a duvet cover.

  3. Jennie September 28, 2007 at 7:52 pm #

    I have no words…Just many of the tears from the loud guffawing…