Wednesday, August 24, 2005

August 24, 2005

Humpday Hotdish Hoedown!



Taking a break from Peabo, let's get back to our roots. We're sure that you have plenty of end-of-summer picnics coming up, so we will do you the favor of bringing you a bullshit bar recipe:

Bullshit Bars

Pick a store-bought cookie (Oreos, Soft Batch, etc.) and crush it
Pick a topping (chocolate chips, nuts, etc.)
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter
1 1/2 cups shredded coconut
1 14 oz can sweetened condensed milk

Melt butter in oven in a 13x9 inch baking pan. Sprinkle with 1 1/2 cups of crushed cookies and the coconut. Pour condensed milk over the mixture, then spread 2 cups of courser cookies and 1 cup of toppings over that. Bake 25-30 minutes at 350 degrees. Bring to the picnic and be glad that you didn't waste your time making another fucking hotdish.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

August 23, 2005

A Slice of Peabo




Its been awhile since we've hated on CJ and since we've got nothing else going on, we thought we'd do some of that. In her column today, CJ reviews the red carpet at the D-List celebrity charity function, The Starkey Hearing Foundation Annual Awards Gala. OMG! What was Donny Osmand wearing? What is Steve Guttenberg really like? Thank God that we have CJ to let us know!

All sarcasm aside, she mentions at the end of her article that Peebo Bryson (sic) was a featured performer at the Gala. This reminds us of a story...

For some reason, Peabo comes to town often to perform at crappy fundraisers. During one of these visits a few years ago, he purchased a pair of pants from one of our good friends, who was working at a high-end department store in downtown Minneapolis. This store had a strict policy against same-day alterations, especially same-day requests that came in in the late afternoon. Peabo purchased said pair of pants around 5pm, and then began demanding same-day alterations. Our friend, having no idea who this guy was (Aaron Neville? Michael Bolton? David Benoit?) kindly explained the alteration policy and after much diva behavior, Peabo finally backed down and agreed to pick them up the next morning. The BEST part of this story:

Our Friend: And what is your name?

Peabo: PEABO. Peabo Bryson!

Upset that not only did he have to wait for his pants but that his star power was non-apparent to a twenty-something gay male, Peabo huffed off. After he left, our friend was approached by many of his co-workers who asked "Didn't you know that was Peabo Bryson?" to which our friend replied "Yeah, who the fuck is that?"

Don't you love how the only story we've ever done about a "real" celebrity is nearly 4 years old? That's our crazy Slanderous flava.