My friend in the head MaryAnne gave me the best birthday present a girl could receive earlier this month by featuring the always zestfully clean Al Reynolds in the alphanista hall of fame! The tang master tribute was complete with a few of my all time favorite angry kitty quotables:

If you think you are having a tough day, may I propose you walk in my shoes for a few hours,” he writes. “In my mind, it feels like ‘Dump on Al Month.’  [Come come on the drum! - - Fresh] And I’m not having fun yet. I have been called a gigolo, a freeloader, unemployed, a sham and many other things that don’t bear repeating. People on television, radio and the internet have spoken disparagingly of my life, my sexuality, my career and my integrity . . .

What I want people to know is that I am not the caricature portrayed by the media . . . To me, labels are for clothes, not people. So…..Please don’t try to define me; don’t try to categorize me; and most of all, don’t label me. Instead, JUST GET TO KNOW ME. And if you see me, just call me Al.

Until you have strutted a mile on the strip lookin for some hot trade in his Zanotti’s don’t offer your judgment, hoe.