"the" Mrs. Astor

Monday, November 28, 2005

Thank You, Jeremy


After four days of harrowing experiences with The Peasants, I can now sleep at night without jewels sown between my corsets. Captain Jeremy returned last night and put down the natural rebellion that erupts when there is no TOP in command in this town.

Jeremy, I award you this sword, and thank you for not making me feel so naked and vulnerable.

Your Countess

5 Comments:

At 6:42 AM, Blogger Ian-Ivy du Bois said...

TOP????? what do you mean with TOP?

crap!, I think I gotta make some changes on my "dance card"
...

 
At 7:58 AM, Blogger "the" Mrs. Astor said...

"Top", as in forceful, driving, ferocious TOP. (That is for public image alone, mind you. I have stories I could tell.)

 
At 4:40 PM, Blogger Jeremy said...

what? what? what stories????

 
At 6:54 PM, Blogger Countess Bedelia said...

Mrs. Astor, you need to spill with 'those stories'...poor Jeremy!! Although I have to say that I thoroughly enjoy your stories of the 'old days' in NYC. What a fabulous life you have led. I would have loved to have met Spiderella! Where is the 'bitch David' now?

Love, The Countess

 
At 7:28 PM, Blogger "the" Mrs. Astor said...

Oh Jeremy; you know I'm just "joshing". You're the TOP, you're Napolean brandy; you're the TOP you're Mahatma Ghandi....

Countess, David is a successful graphic disigner in NYC and no longer serves as the "sidekick" of a Crime Instigator on a motorbike.
Alas, all fun comes to an end FOR SOME PEOPLE.

 

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