Monday Open Thread: Chatty......Patty.

Talk about anything that's on your mind. It's Monday and it needs to go fuck itself, so let's HAVE IT.

Chatty Cathy has gone missing, oh my. Just when all was thought lost, Cathy's evil twin sister, Chatty Patty, arrived to hold court at TNG's Monday open thread. She has a pack of Kool menthols, a lawn chair, a can of baked beans, and a need to talk.

On that note, Patty was at the TAINT "420" party last night, and she reports that a mystic told her of a dream that toke place the night before, wherein Dolly Parton agreed to perfom at the next TNG party. The mystic continued to elaborate on the great joy felt by Dolly over the matter, and Patty was riveted. A fan of plastic surgery despite her 8 years of age, Patty had no recourse but to celebrate the remainder of her evening on the floor of the home she makes at the bottom of sin, surrounded by jackals applied heavily with alcohol.

Patty says that after consuming all of her Miller Lite, two of her confederates began a fashion show in her living room, one of whom wore as many as 5 of her dress shirts at once, with a sixth shackled against his elbows.

Oh Cathy, where are you?