Boy George is all England needs. Another queen who can't dress.
What we do is a calling...we make people happy.
My face has been tucked in more times than a bedsheet at the Holiday Inn.
I caused my husband's heart attack. In the middle of lovemaking I took the paper bag off my head. He dropped the Polaroid and keeled over and so did the hooker. It would have taken me half an hour to untie myself and call the paramedics, but fortunately the Great Dane could dial.
Your proudest moment is to watch your egg not just function, but to achieve on her own.
My perfect last meal would be: shrimp cocktail, lasagna, steak, creamed spinach, salad with bleu cheese dressing, onion rings, garlic bread, and a dessert of strawberry shortcake.