Tonight on the paseo, in front of several witnesses, Larry P once again refused all comment for purposes of this blog. The elusive newsmaker was mysteriously missing his gorgeous blonde companion. He was drinking heavily as evidenced by the large number of straws and citrus slices on his table. Whatever cheap booze he was swilling, sources close to Larry P described the clear liquid as capable of taking the paint off a car. When will this famous newsmaker come clean with the American public?

Larry P’s equally closemouthed associate, the privacy shattered Sharon, was supposedly out of town on business and unavailable for comment. Just a coincidence?

Meanwhile, the always controversial SuzArt is reported to be in contact with literary agents concerning a book she’s allegedly writing. Local characters are suspected to be involved in the possible tome. Is there a conspiracy against Blogblah!!! and its writers between the press-gagged pair and the fiery redhead? Stay tuned.

In related news, the blue jeans clad Kat with a “K” actually served coffee to my hero, Michael Hoffner, sometime this morning at the redoubtable Red Cup while The Gary looked on. Suspiciously, a certain local artist whose name is not Brent sat next to MH on a couch and the two conferred privately. Matt, ever sensitive to such things, smelled out a conspiracy to illegally place an Indian casino in Guthrie, complete with “cathouse” upstairs, while a taxi driver blithely pitched Irish Catholic woo to a young woman.

Will our troubles never end?

Button cooked up platters for a prominent family in her best Martha Stewart style, complete with these celery snacks filled with dates and nuts and cream cheese and other yummy things. So domestic after such a slatternly display of flesh in a hidden-away nightspot over the weekend that the change makes the mind addled.

In other news, Bob O, rider of not one, not two, but three, count ‘em three, scooters, showed up today on his smallest Hardly Davison, repleat in his black leather jacket with mucho zippers. His keychain makes female orgasm noises? Yes, that’s right fans. His keychain makes the sound of a woman’s voice imitating a woman having an orgasm. How cool is that?

change of tone here. No snarky smirk in the voice for this paragraph Saw Mom today and she seemed in good health, good spirits and once again displayed a very sound mind. Thank God for the health of my mother. I could not be more happy to see her out and about and involved in community and personal matters.

I’ll be honest enough to admit that I feel vindicated, smug and gloating over the indictments coming down against the White House, the administration and GOP congressional leaders. Remember when W promised in 2000 to “restore integrity” to the White House? Fuckers.

IT’S NOW OFFICIAL: Yours truely has been named translator for Danny Lay. Thank you, I’m not worthy … no, really… folks, just calm down and take your seats …

The Gary has had a death in his family and he was bummed. Sorry, guy. You know we got your back, son.

Kat’s Mom said she was cleaning out rooms to remodel at her house and turned up Claude Anderson’s obituary. Oddly, the discussion today also included SuzArt’s quest for funeral songs and Peter’s harmonica work at Claude’s and other funerals, with Peter himself giving the artist’s P.O.V. .

Craig the bartender almost lost his “man card” for having the top up on his Celtics green MG, but bought off the procter with a sparkling fruit beverage.

Higgins was debonaire deluxe in his beret and company jacket and recounted a story about his first use of a fiberglass vaulting pole.

Hold up your fingers in a “V” and shout “Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!”, ’cause it’s the good old days back again.