Doomtown

Be sure to visit Zach's page . His comic is awesome! And did you know he wrote a book with his wife, Kelly Weinersmith? You should check that out too. Preferably by buying it.

I don't know who posted this, but I'm sure they are just fabulous! “I didn't get a pony for my birthday, but it's all good!” karmagrl31276 Metairie, Louisiana 1 review 1 helpful vote   Reviewed March 16, 2017    Went to the Woodhouse Day Spa in New Orleans for their Woodhouse Experience. I went to their website and read what the package entails because booking a spa package without knowing what I'm getting would just be silly. Good thing too, because I found out the Woodhouse Experience usually includes a bath cure followed by a four handed massage. Having two therapists work on me at the same time creeps me out, so I opted for a 110 minute Swedish instead. The concierge who booked my appointment was awesome. I think it had something to do with the fact I treated her like a human being deserving respect and not a servant born to do my bidding. My spa day started with me arriving at the spa AT LEAST 30 minutes before my appointme...

This image is not my own, but fell in love when I saw it. You can find this picture here .     A RUSSIAN DOLL IN REVERSE by Karen Plaisance He feeds from me. He suckles from a vein in my neck, gulping away like a thirsty redneck sucking down a bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon. We’re sitting in the cold and the dirt and I’m desperately trying to hold onto some semblance of sanity, trying to get my nerve up. I can’t close my eyes. I’m afraid I’ll disappear if I do that. But I can’t look either. I can’t look at the whole picture. There’s something unpleasant in the room with me that has nothing to do with my captor. That has everything to do with my captor. My feverish mind rebels when I try, so I take the scene in one grizzly part at a time as he feeds, starting from small to large. Like one of those dolls, those Russian Matryoshka dolls that you open to find one doll after another inside, each smaller than the next. Only I’m starting from the inside out. First, ther...

Okay, I’ve had a few drinks, so bear with me. First thing’s first: Open Bar. I want an open bar at my funeral/wake/memorial service. Whatever you want to do is fine, just make sure there’s an open bar. I don’t give a shit if alcohol is a depressant. OPEN. FUCKING. BAR! Maiden name is Griffin, bitches!     Things I would like, but if you can’t do, no biggie:   1. I want to be cremated. It’s the cheapest route and personally I don’t like the idea of my friends and family members crying over my decaying corpse. I’d like for at least some of those ashes to be used to plant a tree or something like that. Not because I’m a pagan or anything. I just feel like I’ve been pretty useless in life. Might as well put my dead ass to work helping the carbon ratio or whatever the hell it’s called. No, seriously. This is a thing .     2. I haven’t lost total faith in God. Yet. He took my dad and little sister, but who knows? Maybe they really have ...

Kelli Sue Griffin , age 38, passed away on Saturday, April 29, 2017, at West Jefferson Medical Center in Marrero. She was born May 28, 1978, in Marrero, to Gary and Patricia (Plaisance) Griffin. She was a 2005 graduate of Louisiana Technical College and a self-taught artist. She worked as an Administrative Assistant with West Jefferson Industrial Medicine, where her coworkers fell in love with her. Kelli’s many passions included painting, sculpture, and arts and crafts. Her greatest strength was her determination to finish whatever she set out to do, no matter how hard the task. Her biggest flaw was not knowing just how special and irreplaceable she was. She is survived by her mother, Patricia; her sisters, Tammy Gegenheimer and Karen Williams; her two brothers in-law Larry Gegenheimer, Jr. and Darrin Williams; her nephew Gary Lapoint; her niece Hannah Gegenheimer; her aunts Elda Olsen, Barbra Houillon, Rosemary Plaisance, Linda Plaisance, and Sally Griffin; her uncles Melvin Plaisa...

I was driving to work one day, trying to think of a good interview subject, when I happened upon a homeless guy standing on the corner of Poydras Street. He was holding a sign warning of the dangers of a coming Martian invasion, and begging for money. To be fair, I'm not sure if Mr. Shazam Dynamite-the name he gave me-is truly one of the city's disenfranchised. He claimed to have a home and plenty to eat but needed the money for the spaceship he is building to escape the "Red Menace". Here's the scoop I was able to get from him while waiting for the light to turn green. Karma Girl: Can you tell me how you ended up here? Shazam Dynamite: Took the bus. KG: I meant how you came to be at such a low point in your life, but sure. What's up with the sign? Shaz: The Meanies, they follow me, but I'm too smart for them. Gave 'em the slip. KG: The Meanies? Shaz: The Red Meanies. The Red Menace. KG: ...Communists? Shaz: (Gives me an irritated...

After five months of eating everything in sight, I've decided it's time to get back on the wagon. Again . I know, I know. I've done this before. In my defense, my entire dieting regiment was thrown off kilter in May when I was dealing with an excruciatingly painful canker sore on the roof of my mouth. By the time it healed, I would have raised Terry Pratchett from the dead and punched him in his awesome face if it meant I could eat anything that wasn't of a cold mashed potato consistency. I love me some Terry Pratchett, but I love food more. Nothing personal, dude. So I'm back to calorie counting and exercising. I've even added swimming to my workout routine. It's a good calorie burner, even though I need a freaking life belt to keep afloat. You would think with all the junk I have in my trunk I wouldn't need a floatation device. I asked Neesa Johnson , a colleague of mine, her opinion on the matter, and she suggested to me that I mig...

Join me at 9:30PM for this month's #Doomtown Theater Presentation of #BestLittleWhorehouse In Texas. #Yeehaw ! pic.twitter.com/xw8HtKdtRx — Karen Williams (@karmagrl31276) September 22, 2015 Less than 30 minutes before we get to heaven. If heaven has big hair & a madam that looks like Dolly Parton. #Doomtown #BestLittleWhorehouse — Karen Williams (@karmagrl31276) September 23, 2015 Just letting yall know, I'll be doing this DTP tipsy. Because my 'puter is an asshole & I need a drink. #BestLittleWhorehouse — Karen Williams (@karmagrl31276) September 23, 2015 Opening shot: Hostered gun and old timey nudie pics. #MustbeTexas #BestLittleWhorehouse — Karen Williams (@karmagrl31276) September 23, 2015 Gomer Pyle acts as narrator. Because why not. #BestLittleWhorehouse — Karen Williams (@karmagrl31276) September 23, 2015 The part of brothel Madam Miss Mona is played by Dolly Parton ( @DollyParton ) and Dolly...