Monday, November 26, 2007
Bad Mother Fucker
Yet another reader has joined Kid Sis Land by googling "How to buy Bad Mother Fucker wallet".
People. It's not that hard. Go to badmotherfuckerwallet.com
I've been a proud owner for years, and really should get a commission.
It's quite the conversation starter for a woman who doesn't need icebreakers. Especially with unsuspecting nuns and kids waiting in line next to me.
Fav recent story:
After hours after Michael Hayes's movie premier. Empty Beverly Hills street.
LIS FIES, slighly toasted, belly full of garlic naan and goat meat. Kidding around with impossibly handsome smart wealthy witty RYAN, BRIAN, and ENTOURAGE.
In the closed Indian Restauarant, a panicked INDIAN WAITRESS raps from the behind the window. Gestures frantically to the men, holding a cell phone and Bad Mother Fucker wallet carelessly left behind in the restaurant. The men look around at each other. Lis Fies steps forward like Spartacus didn't.
Oops! Um, they're mine.
Slinks in her sweet 1950s dress and cardigan to claim the tawdry items.
The waitress unlocks the restuarant door and hands them to Lis with a perfect mix of condemnation and confusion as the industry men chortle in that "I'm in love with her" fashion.
What? You think Dorothy Parker didn't own one of these babies?