Those darned paparrazzi. NEVER let them into your dressing room after the show!
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Those darned paparrazzi. NEVER let them into your dressing room after the show!
I used to do this bit in my comedy show where I give coupons to the audience members, guaranteeing “One blow-job by a well-experienced person in heaven.” In spite of how it may sound, it was actually an intelligent piece of social commentary, but I’m not going to get into it right now. I don’t do [...]
Just re-posted an old story from my old blog. It’s my favorite. Check it out: http://popular1.com/rachelarieff/stories/i-blame-music/ If you’ve already read it, I plan to have something else up later today.
Hey, kids! Christmas is right around the corner! Don’t wait until the last minute to look for the perfect gift for all those difficult-to-shop-for relatives that you don’t really see eye-to-eye with. Your uptight cousin Chrissy? Your combative Aunt Elna? Your boorish Uncle Joe, who never misses a chance at family gatherings to directly [...] “Iberia’s Unsung Attractions”
The Spanish beach pervert never uses a parasol, not even in the most blazingly infernal sun. For obvious reasons, he must travel light; he must be able to up [...]
If I found a magic wand that granted me any wish in the world, I would wish for this: Any modern-day porn star should not be allowed to blog on MySpace about her pregnancy. It’s just too confusing. I mean, what am I supposed to feel? “Hooray!! This’ll be the … [...] Last Sunday a friend asked me to make a small appearance in his show. It was one of those gay free-for-alls — really a party more than a show, full of drag queens and petardeo. I went to the dressing room to put on makeup and change into my costume. The space was designed to comfortably hold [...] |
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