Peckerwood Manor

Are you off work yet? Are you ready to throw a swingin' party? That means making party music mixes, right? And, yes, you must throw in a WTF song in the middle of the mix just to mess with everyone. For example, say you're throwing a New Years Eve party with a bunch of cooler-than-cool jazz or house music tracks; in the middle if it, throw in this song . I guarantee everyone will squeal with delight. In fact, throwing that song into any mix is always a good move.  Want more ideas for WTF songs to drop into your mixes? DJ Li'l Scratch has got you covered. But first, let's pause for a moment. This is important. Why? Because this is the definition of beauty: The face: like a pale, English Cream Custard (which is just a bit overcooked). The jewelry: made from the finest diamonelles money can buy. The eyes: with their exquisite baby tarantula eyelashes (the eye shadow is their after-birth). I'm overcome, I can barely breathe. And, no, this is not RichBitch. She is, of c...

Welcome, Manor Hors, to The Roving Pecker, where we present the latest episode of "The Tales Of Peckerwood Manor" by our very own Kombitcha! Any resemblance to actual Manor Hors is intentional, except when it's not. Enjoy! TITLE: “Garden Party Pandemonium” EXT. PECKERWOOD MANOR – GARDEN – DAY The camera zooms in on Bree, who’s battling a pile of costume pieces, preparing for the fancy-dress garden party. Nearby, Raincoaster is scribbling in her notebook, pondering the mystery symbols, half-focused on the chaos around her. Kombitcha is anxiously eyeing a suspicious bag labeled “Glitter Galore.” BREE (whispering to herself) This garden party is more chaotic than a cat in a room full of laser pointers. (alarmed)  Is that glitter?!  KOMBITCHA  Glitter is the herpes of the arts and craft world. You can never get rid of it. BREE (grimacing) Let’s set up a no-glitter zone. For the love of sequins, I refuse to turn this place into a disco ball of doom. And speaking of sequins, wh...

Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from our own beloved  Kombitcha!

Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from Asparagus Pee! Hello from the land of Asparagus Pee! I know you all know how to suq diq...but do you know how to Disqus?  Lucky you, I’m here to help. Today I’m going to give you some quick tips and tricks to make your comments more interactive, and answer some frequently asked questions about the platform we affectionately call Dicksux, its features, and how to make them work for you. So stick around and I’ll give you the down and dirty on Tagging, Blocking, and Adding Pics and GIFs. TAGGING:  So you wanna tag a Pecker in your comment? There are a couple ways to do this, depending on where you’re viewing from. If you’re on your computer or on your phone in "Desktop Mode" you can type @ in the comment box and the people currently active in the thread will pop up. Select who you’re looking for and it’ll tag them for you.  If that ...

Most esteemed Peckerwood residents and lucky visitors have no idea what the servants are up to - and indeed, barely notice them, as they're highly discreet and unfailingly professional, for only the finest are allowed to serve at the Manor. Yet far below the main floor exists a steamy caldron of servant intrigue and hijinks, especially near the staff laundry facilities and hot water boiler.  For residents and guests who would like a soiree with a Peckerwood servant, please understand that this is a strict no-no during their regular working hours (we're talking to you, RichBitch!). After-hours is up to them, of course, but be forewarned, do not make them late for their next shift or you will be deducted 15 Peckerpoints™, which, for one week's time, will mean no wine and ganja, restricted playtime with the Manor's kitties, ducklings and puppies, and absolutely no entry to the thrice weekly Bendy Boy™ show. And nobody wants that. Please make a note of this.