Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Blast From The Past #1

Welcome to "Blast From the Past" week here at the Prunella de Ville headquarters. I decided to shake things up a bit by revisiting a few of my old favorite posts to see how things have changed since then. Did you buy that?

Okay, okay, the real reason is because I'm too lazy to write anything new. Also, I'm having have bad menstrual cramps right now - the kind that make you want to tear your hair out and smash something - and that reminded me of the time, way back in 2007, when Britney Spears shaved her head and beat the crap out of some paparazzi's car. Oh, how I loved bald, rebellious Britney!

This post was written during one of my periodic Shakespeare-obsessed episodes, when I like to reread a bunch of the bard's plays and then pattern mine parlance to evoke the vernacular of the great William Shakespeare. In other words, I babble like a loon while my friends roll their eyes and wait for it to pass.


A play in 2 acts by Prunella Jones


Enter Jessica Alba and her boyfriend Cash, dressed in black.

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Jessica My Lord! Thy disposition is great and I hath felt in the past thy mind pure of unclean qualities. I had long admired thee, indeed for thy virtues, but no longer! Nay!

Cash My good lady? What sayst thou? You doubt mine virtues and goodness? What nefarious villian has turned thou against me, pray tell? Who hast thus spake evil of me? I demand vindication!

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Jessica Good sir, I have heard many a brazen tale of your love for another. O how I have wept o'er thee! If thou dost love another, fairer maiden, thou must make thy desire heard. Indeed I demand satisfaction of this intelligence!

Cash Madame, I am most sorrowful and grieved. Thou dost doubt mine love for thee which shines hot and bright with the power of a thousand suns.

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Jessica Oh doth thou now protest? When you hath only recently bequethed admiration to a certain gentlewoman by the name of Britney? I have heard thy veneration for her "well shaped buttocks." Thou dost bring shame upon mine breast and the name of my family.

Cash Now Mistress, I desire only thee. Be thou blest with unthankfulness? I am not such a sickly creature, heaven praise!

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Jessica Hummmmmph!

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Jessica Marry you I shall not. Against all cheques, rebukes, and manners thus I will retract the colours of my love and my goodwill. Unless thou tellst thy hartlot farewell. I'll be not thine friend but thine enemy!



Enter a very peeved Britney Spears.

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Britney Nay, good sir! Nay, master! What foul confidence have you thus relayed to me? It is the rankest compound that ever offended a nostril! Love me you do not? How is this possible? Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep? Why dost thou cuckold me? You have promised me marriage! Thy sperm didst bind us together.

Cash- speaking off stage Nay, Britney. You mistook mine erection for love!

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Britney What sayst thou? What sayest thou? I'll have thy brains ta'en out and buttered and given to thy dog for a New Years gift! I abhor thee! Oh but you had been drowned like a fiend but the shore was shelvy and shallow. Devil! You shall not go unpunished. Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not shall not make me tame: if I have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go with me: I'll be horn mad!

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Cash No Britney, not the Escalade!



xl said...

Queen: [Britney] doth protest too much, methinks.

Hamlet Act 3, Scene 2

Some Guy said...

I finally understand Shakespeare! I feel smart. Thanks.

Prunella Jones said...

As this post clearly shows, Jessica Alba is being wasted in her current bland sex kitten roles. She could do very well as the blandest character in dramatic love stories.

Cora said...

BAHAHAHA! Oh my God, I finally like Shakespeare. That second pic of Jessica kills me.

words...words...words... said...

Alas, poor Cash. When those are his choices for female companionship, only one thing can be running through his mind.

"O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."

Prunella Jones said...

LOL, good one, Words.

diane said...

Respond like Shakespeare I will not. Me thinks thou hast bewitched thy post, for thine words have poisoned my tongue, alas!

Hahaha, well at least I tried. Not very much like Shakespeare I'm afraid. I sound more like a pirate.

Sher said...

You mistook mine erection for love LMAO! I was in a crappy mood, but now I don't need that cup of coffee to get me going :D