April 24, 2004
My super-famous, mix re-mixin'est, 'shake your booty on the dance floor cuz that's what God gave you that booty for' friend Mr. Xavier is a finalist in the David Bowie mash-up contest. And although it's been said that simply being nominated is a thrill and honor unto itself; um, bullshit. Winning is much, much better.
So go vote for the man. Several times. If he wins , he's promised we're all invited* for a ride in his TT, and a night of cocaine and hobnobbing at David and Iman's uptown pad.
*by invited I mean invited to look at photographs of Mr. X doing said activities.
Posted by Antigeist at April 24, 2004 11:19 AMphotos... I think not. Everyone who participates has the right to participate. You bring me up and I will carry you with me. One uber fabulous party at David and Iman's and we're all spending the night so bring your jammies.
I'm going to hold you to that. And the part we get to do the lines off of Iman's infuriatingly still-perfect ass.
I used to work for her. Actually, I used to work for him, which meant working for her.
Iman is evil. David's great, and classy and considerate and smart and deeply aware of the world around him. But I spent a year seeing her every once in a while, and she never stopped calling me 'boy."
She's 6'5" in heels, with (at the time) a Pam Grier circa '73 afro on top of that, so she's a walking eclipse. Anyway. Go on. Do those lines off her crack. Her farts are the sweetest jasmine and lavender, I have no doubt.
But seriously. Eeeevil.
Posted by: Chico at April 27, 2004 03:46 PMAlas... back to the drawing board.
Did anyone get a load of that mashup that beat me out. I didn't even seriously consider it competition.
Well... no accounting for taste, when you leave the voting to the masses.
Yes! I was just over there to take a look-see at your standing. I couldn't believe that other mashup beat you out. I'd like to say to each his/her own, but yeech already.
Sorry pumpkin. I mean, um, Mr. X.
Posted by: antigeist at May 3, 2004 01:15 PM