Well, bored at home and tired of just glaring at your bestest forevers? Well, Paris, how about you and your'n get yourself a copy of the rollickin' "MY DEAH" by that most fab John Epperson and "put on a show"!
You know that Epperson boy dontcha? Sure you do. You once handed him your coat at one of the Faboo Lypsinkas' Faboo parties on the Upper most Easts.
Remember?
No. Well, of course, who remembers the help?
Really. I swear.
Well, Epperson might never go back into that closet with your fur again! He's written one knee slapper of a "character" study, or, should I say "a study of characters"?
Like a Palin Family Reunion of Suth-uhrn proportions, MY DEAH, brings sex, sin, duplicity, corrupt pols, homosexuality and the genteel game of Bridge directly to your sitting room. At the end you might just find just self wondering , "is it murder if someone has the name 'Skippy'"?
Justifiable mirth if you ask me.
And of course, you did.
Pick your character and commence to laughtering! I choose Lillie for moiself. Not because she's the help ( my people fought too long and hard for that crap Missy!), but, because in a house full of ,uh, Southerners, she's the most, well, least, uh, you know, "not quite all there."
Now get on little Magnolia and order up some MY DEAH at Samuel French.
Now.
http://www.samuelfrench.com/store/product_info.php/products_id/6834
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