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Clubhouse News: PEN15 is like an angsty teen

We waited as long as possible, but the temptation to see photos of our readers exposing their abs was just too much. The PEN15 Club has joined Myspace. Please sign up to be our friend! We need all the help we can get. Right now, Jordan is the sole friend, and it’ll remain that way until Rob signs up for Myspace or you request an online friendship. Because that will bond us for life. You can leave us little comments that say “Thanx 4 the add,” and everything.

In other exciting news, the PEN15 Club was also fast with the fingers and made a little acquisition today. Check out http://www.suricruiseholmes.com to see what I mean. Now let’s all think of the worst possible punishment the $cientologists could inflict upon us. In fact, if Rob and I suddenly disappear and stop writing, you might want to call the police and suggest this motive.

Really. Befriend us on Myspace.

It’s here!!! It’s finally here! And it’s REAL!

04-18-06 2129It’s been a long time waiting. But when the folks in the mailroom at work plunked the package down in my office this afternoon, I knew it had finally arrived. I tore the boxes off the brand new PEN15 Podcast equipment and quickly devoured the plastic wrapping around the mixing board. Then the headphone amplifier tried to make a sound, I swiftly told it to be quiet lest Xenu send more thetans to inhabit its body.

Nevertheless, you’ll have a brand spanking new PEN15 Podcast by the end of the weekend. Thanks for being so patient!

Oh, and you may have been deceived by the title of this post. Yes, the TomKitten was allegedly born today. Now, Katie can remove the styrofoam from under her shirt and go back to having obscene cold sores. The lesson here is that pretending to be pregnant is just like being pregnant for real: you get to eat whatever the fuck you want for several months.

And as for the baby? I think a PEN15 commenter said it best in the previous post: “Like on a sitcom, this ”baby“ will be crawling next week, walking by the end of summer and attending school just in time for the fall season premiere.”

Tom & Katie & Baby [People] via Celebrity Hijinx (Can you believe the fucking disgusting retrospective “People” has done on this?!)

A P15 Update

P15Podcast-1Hi. Remember me? Your other faithful host? I promise not to fall off the planet this week and keep the posts coming. (Again, my thanks to Rob for doing a smashing job keeping the boat afloat.)

A quick update on the podcast: I’m sure you’ve all been eagerly awaiting Episode 3, and I’m afraid I have some bad news for you. We recorded Episode 3 a couple of weeks ago, but got so sloppily tanked that there isn’t a salvageable sound bite. In fact, it sounds as if we have the microphones in our asses the entire time. At one point, we may have, but we’re not gay or shit like that. So Episode 3 will be considered “lost”… for the time being. It may emerge in bits and pieces at a later date, much like the microphones.

But the GOOD news is that thanks to the kindness of a generous donor, the P15 Club will be purchasing its own podcasting equipment next week, so you can expect the ‘casts more often and more entertaining. That’s how that little “donate” link works. The one right on the left… and down a little. Yes, that one.

In the meantime, I’d like to invite you to leave us a little voicemail. Just say hello, tell us a joke, give us feedback, what have you. Let us know what you love or hate about the PEN15 Club. We’d love to play the clips on the podcast, and we promise that we won’t critique your gayvoice. Ever. It would warm our hearts to hear from you… fuel my tired little fingers as they type… your voice.

The PEN15 is going on Christmas vacation!

Abcunderwear 1875 6194235-1It’s been a long, hard, sweaty year, and the PEN15 needs a break. As you may have noticed, we haven’t posted much this week. And we don’t plan on posting much next week. Why? Because Jordan is in Minnesota trying to sleep with all the straight boys he had crushes on in high school, and I’ll be in Pittsburgh trying to wrestle the last drops of Cutty Sark out of my mom’s clutches.

We’ll be back on Thursday, December 29. In the meantime, we hope you enjoy the holidays. Stay home and watch The View, and let us know if the Joy/Meredith vs. Star/Elisabeth tension gets any thicker. Re-watch every episode of Arrested Development. Rent some movies that have Catherine Keener in them. Enjoy yourself. That’s what we’ll be doing.

Then, of course, next Thursday, hurry back to read our bitching and moaning. Because peace and tranquility are all well and good, but only for a couple days a year.

Clubhouse News

So it’s almost my bedtime and I, for the life of me, can’t find a single thing to write about. And no, I’m not writing about Jessica and Nick or anyone with the last name Stewart. I don’t have it in me. Even our old fallbacks, Anderson Cooper, Jake Gyllenhaal, Star Jone-Reynolds, and Miss Tom Cruise seem uninspiring today.

Instead, I’d like to take this opportunity to update you with what’s going on at the ol’ Clubhouse.

First, I’ve updated our lovely header for the holidays. I hope you enjoy our non-denominational and all-inclusive ode to the phallus. To me, nothing reminds me of grandma’s house or hard, hot schlong like holiday peppermints.

I’ve also added a “tips” link to the column on your left. We’re not looking for cash (although that’s never out of the question), but we’re thirsty for tips on stories, or “the scoop,” as we say in the biz. So, if you’ve heard any good gossip, or have found a story online that we’ve overlooked, please send it our way. If necessary, we can be very discreet, as it says in all of my Craigslist posts.

We’d also like more advertisers. Really, we’re not making bank of the $15 or so it costs each of our advertisers to throw an ad up on our walls, but it tickles me and Rob just knowing that people think we’re worth buying. All the cash really just goes into a big jar labeled “WILL OFFEND FOR GIN.” And much like the walls of the actual Clubhouse, the ads help to decorate the page with bare-chested hairless men.

Finally, we’d like to extend a sincere thanks to all of our readers. I know you think of us as snarky bitches, but that’s sincere. After just four and a half months and 173 posts, we’re more than happy with the positive response we’ve gotten so far. And the feedback - its our heroin. So, if you have any suggestions, complaints, questions (yes we’re planning on posting actual bios; no we won’t show you our PEN15s), don’t hesitate to send them our way.

2005’s Best Halloween Costumes

PenispumpkinThe PEN15 Club hope you all had a happy Halloween. And now that all of the candy has been counted and the razor blades have been fished out from the apples, we’d like to take a moment to reflect upon some of this season’s best Halloween costumes.

1. Pre-withdrawal Harriet Myers: A clever politico may have accomplished this look by strapping a dead squirrel to her head, running her face through a dishwasher load of pots and pans, and calling Tammy Faye Baker for eye makeup advice. Then, she’d finish it off by inserting her nose into the ass of a willing accomplice, just to get the right amount of brown on the tip.

2. Post-withdrawal Harriet Myers: Same as above, but assume the swagger of someone who’s been fucked up the ass for the last four weeks.

3. Fergie: These committed costumers had to eat nothing but bologna for three months, then stack on the ‘roids to get the proper musculature and crazy-in-the-head look. Following that, they had to assault an American Gladiator and come away with her outfit, and con a drunk whore into giving them makeovers while blindfolded. To top it off, they had to piss their pants and make themselves smell of vagina.

4. John Roberts: The best way to be Roberts was to buy an outfit from Talbots, and then master the delighted facial expressions of someone who’s been fucked up the ass for the last 36 years.

5. Kevin Federline: This look was accomplished by calling Vincent Gallo and asking him what he’d wear to his mom’s funeral, and then adding socks with sandals, a Starbucks cup, and a wife beater that says, “She (arrow pointing) just gave birth and I ate the whole placenta.”

6. Very famous bloggers Rob and Jordan: 1 part gayface + 2 parts scent of gin hastily covered with bad cologne + 1.5 parts fatigue of one who spends too much time masturbating + 6 parts clothing from TJ Maxx, the outlet – 4 parts dignity.

Update: Check out the comments for some good reader submissions.

A BEAutiful Mystery

Picture 1As I write this, our site traffic has never been higher. We’re talking nearly twice as high as its last highest day, and the day isn’t even over. Why? Because thousands of people are Google searching terms related to Bea Arthur – specifically the insult hurled at her by Jeffrey Ross at Pam Anderson’s roast – and finding this post about the incident near the top of the search results.

Folks, I wrote that months ago. Will someone please tell me why in God’s name there’s a sudden interest in Bea Arthur?!? Seriously, I won’t sleep tonight if I don’t learn why all of these people from different IPs, and using different search terms, are all finding this page.

And because my colleague Rob is kind of afraid, I’ll pass on his words: “All I know is that I’m staying away from Betty White from now on…”

Mystery Solved: Apparently Bill Simmons of ESPN wrote a column yesterday referencing the “unprintable” comment made by Jeffrey Ross about Bea Arthur at Jerry Stiller’s roast last year. Which only means that we had a couple thousand sports fans Googling the remark and finding our little gay place on the web. Do you think any of them stuck around? It’s like throwing a fistful of tacks at a strip of flypaper and seeing which ones stick. Gay, gay flypaper.

Experts on Everything

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We don’t make any money off of this site. We do it because we’re bored, and because we like to write about ass fucking and gin.

But the biggest payback we get for doing this site is being able to see what people searched for in Google or Yahoo to find us. I assure you, they’re not typing in “attractive, witty bloggers.”

In fact, as illustrated in the image above, some poor, sexually frustrated woman stumbled upon us while searching for “how to tell if your married to a fag.” She doesn’t know the difference between “your” and “you’re.” ’nuff said.

Well, darlin’, I hope our little site helped you find the answer to your question. But on the off-chance it didn’t, I would suggest looking into his past relationships and religious affiliations.

Oh, and Katie, we didn’t mean any of that heartless shit we said about you. But you did let him get you pregnant - we couldn’t just let that one slide.

PEN15 CLUB DOWNTIME

Hey folks,

Over the next couple of days, Rob and I are packing up and switching our host to Dreamhost. So between now and then, any comments you post may be lost when the move happens.

We’ll let you know when things are up and running on the new server, so if you’ve got anything important to post, you might want to wait until then. Also, our emails will be a bit screwy until all is set.

Thanks for your patience!

Shit we want for our two-month anniversary

Friday will be the PEN15 Club’s two-month anniversary, nearing 100 posts. Can you believe that’s all the longer we’ve been writing this shit? Amazingly, we’re already sporting nearly 300 visitors a day. We don’t know if that’s good or bad for a blog that’s two months young, but it sure scares the shit out of us knowing that a whole bunch of people are reading our personal and very private journal.

So, dear readers, being the needy, high maintenance bitches that we are, we thought we’d ask for a few easy things to help the next two months be every bit as successful as the first:

  1. More readers. Call us greedy, but it gets us all wet at the thought of having a readership the size of O magazine. How can you help? If you like a post, email it to your friends. All of them. And include the word “brilliant.” Bookmark us. Check back every day for the latest.
  2. A Blogads invite. You’ll only understand this if you’re a fellow blogger, but that fucking club is harder to get into than Katie Holmes’s diary. But we wouldn’t mind makin’ a little cashmoney off this beast, even if it meant inconveniencing you with a couple blogads.
  3. Gin. Seriously. If you want us to be funny, we need a little inspiration from our muse. Her name is Sapphire. Inquire here for shipping instructions.
  4. Another writer. Keeping you kids entertained is hard work. Considering we’ve got day jobs and all, the only time we have to blog is between tricks in the evening/early morning. And while we can’t retire off the site quite yet, we’d love to take on another writer. If you’re a regular reader, you pretty much get what we’re looking for. We can’t pay you except in underhanded compliments and the gin that gets sent to us, but we promise you’ll have a good time. Email an inquiry or a couple writing samples to us.
  5. Links. Have a blog or a site that you think meshes with ours? Throw up a link and we’ll do the same. Just let us know.
  6. Skrilla. Can’t offer help in any other way but still want to see us prosper? You can donate some cold, hard cash. This Interweb stuff ain’t free, and our entry level salaries make it real hard to keep the domain afloat. For the right price, we’d send you pictures of all the places on our bodies where we can write “PEN15.” Some of them are even serendipitous.
  7. Ideas, tips, and general dialogue. We love hearing from you. I’m hard just thinking about it. So if you’ve got a shout out, a tip, or a general idea for the Club, we’re all ears. Our emails appear at the top left of each screen.
  8. COMMENTS! Contribute to the dialogue on each post - write your two cents! It’s anonymous. And if we don’t like it, we’ll just delete it.

Thanks for making the last two months great!