Team Lisa

When I learned that my friend -and fellow comedienne- Lisa Lampaneli (a.k.a. the "Queen of Mean") was up for a Grammy Award for Best Comedy Album of the year, I was shocked......then amamzed. And, not a little jealous.

Lisa and I have kept tenuous ties over the years. Usually, through E-mails. So, though I always kinda knew what she was up to, I just didn't know all the details. In fact, I sent her an E-mail once I heard the news, to congratulate her and wish her the best of luck. She E-mailed me back, with a "Thanks".

Not anymore, though. Lisa is a comedienne on-the-rise. She is one busy woman, and having time to respond to every correspondence that comes her way has got to be an impossible task. I get that. No problem.

Now, I get E-mails from 'Team Lisa'.

She has a friggin' 'Team'.

I want one.
-Think of the possibilities!!

And, then, I want to break-into the MySpace 'top ten friends list'. I don't know how it works. Is it a for-profit thing? Is it promises of fealty and blood? Is an actual 'like' of the person involved in the equation -and could that problem with smoothed-over with cash? I don't know. Just tell me who I have to blow to advance my picture up that social chain.

This won't be a tit-for-tat thing, either. Momma didn't raise no fool. You better have the keyboard in your hand, keys better be tickin' away, while my face is in your crotch.

"mm...mmmm,..mmm...mmm...mmmmmmm..mmmmmmm..mm..mmmmmmm!"