Bea screwed up

Every night this week I’ve taken unplanned naps after I’ve come home from work. I’m not entirely sure what my body’s trying to tell me, but I feel it’s something important. Something like, hey – idiot – get some sleep. While I figure it out (and perhaps take another nap), please enjoy those girls who are golden. The first blooper is my favorite because, really, who doesn’t love a little Freudian slip?

Lezzing it up with Betty White

Oh, Betty White. Marry me. Or, if you think the age difference is too much for us to overcome, just come over to my house and tell me lesbian jokes every day. “Saturday Night Live” was something it hasn’t been in ages – funny from start to finish. Hostess with the mostest Betty White was everything you could have wanted – hilarious, charming, warm, potty mouthed. All that and playing backup was the Dream Team of Female Comics of former cast greats Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Maya Rudolph, Ana Gasteyer, Molly Shannon and Rachel Dratch. Hell, even the patently unfunny MacGruber skits were funny thanks to Betty. Oh, Betty. You were the best reason possible to stay home and lez this weekend.

“My muffin hasn’t had a cherry since 1939.”


“You’re barking up the wrong lesbian.”


“That’s definitely a homeless guy in a fur coat.”


“Thank you for being a friend.”

I could not love that woman and her dusty muffin more.