February 12, 2020 By: Juanita Jean Herownself Category: Uncategorized
Welcome to The World's Most Dangerous Beauty Salon, Inc.
My name is Susan DuQuesnay Bankston. I live in Richmond, Texas, in the heart of Tom DeLay's old district. It's nuttier than squirrel poop here.
I am honored and privileged to know Miss Juanita Jean Herownself, hairdresser extraordinary and political maven. Since she does not have time to fiddle with this internet stuff, I type her website for her and you can read it if you want to. If you don't, she truly does not give a big bear's butt.
A lot of what I post here has to do with local politics, but you probably have the same folks in your local government.
This ain't a blog. Blogs are way too trendy for me. This is a professional political organization.
I think a lot of these little entrepreneurs have figured this one out.
1And they’re charging $4.20 a box… the little marketing geniuses.
The irony is near max, to think that Al Capone, the Mafia, Ness and the rest once shot Chicago up over selling beer and liquor around town [there’s a valuable lesson here, not that most of our fellow Texans will ever get it].
2PS– Sure those are Girl Scouts? They look like Brownies to me.
3For some reason I have the munchies . . .
4There was a huge fire in my area recently. It stopped traffic and even foot traffic took awhile to look at it. the Girl Scouts selling cookies nearby made hay of it. Marketing geniuses, you bet!
5I agree … those girls look too young to be Girl Scouts … are they having the Brownies sell those over-priced cookies now?
6When I was a GS, you actually got a pound of cookies and paid 50 cents for a box!
@Sandridge #3 and @Marcia #6 – I sold cookies when I was a Brownie way back in the 60’s…
7IDK if I’d choose GS cookies over a half gallon of butter pecan ice cream…
8Yes, Brownies are Girl Scouts. So are Daisies, Juniors, Cadettes, Ambassadors, and adult Girl Scouts. They’re all just the names of different age levels in the Girl Scout organization. I don’t remember selling cookies when I was a Brownie in the middle ’50s, but my daughter sold them as a Brownie in the ’90s. (I couldn’t camp overnight as a Brownie, either, but they can now.) And we’re both paid-up adult members now, and I’m still an active volunteer.
On the other hand, I do love the brownie/grass/munchies jokes!
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