Prepare yourselves to hear a momentous piece of news about what happened to me last night.
Are you sitting down?
Good.
Because last night I got Liza Minnelli’s autograph.
It says, “To Faustus, Love, Liza Minnelli,” and has a heart at the bottom.
I can die now, especially as she was clearly high on something.
I so hate you right now.
Is this the pinnacle of gay-man-in-New-York experience, or must Barbra be involved?
Couldnt you get another one to sell on e bay?
You are a lucky bitch.
Who is Liza Minelli? ;P
congrats!
If you had asked, she might have married you, since she has a thing for gay men
I surprised she didn’t slap you! You’re a brave boy, Faustus.
If E.S. does not understand the importance of this, he is truly straight.
This is a test.
I’d say that an autograph granted when she *wasn’t* high on something would have more eBay value, but congrats just the same.
You can die now? Did she pass along some sort of disease? Typical, Minelli . . . typical.
My Liza Adventure –
I met Liza at a party years ago. My friend and I had been at the party for a while before Ms M’s arrival and as a result we were already… a little drunk. She was very gracious to us – I’m sure we weren’t nearly as charming as we thought we were. Then she asked our names so her bodyguard could invite us to a party, but the invitations never arrived. (Looking back, this is a bad story – I got put on some sort of Liza list)
Well, of course she was high on something. She was conscious, wasn’t she?
Herr Doktor,
A has decided that he must talk to you, as he has had an identical Liza Experience, capital ‘E.’
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