The girls were shaken pretty bad from all the carnage of the day. They decided to head to bed. All except Rose, who was determined to find out the identity of at least one of those pesky yutzes. She put … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – Golden Girls Day 6

The girls were sitting around reminiscing and eating cheesecake at the kitchen table, as they often did. “Ma, remember that time that grandma came to live with us in Brooklyn?’ Dorothy asked. The girls shared a memory together, almost as … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – Golden Girls Day 5

The little Miami bungalow was quiet. The girls were all sleeping soundly. So soundly, they did not hear the yutz in their midst. Stan snuck in through the lanai, his bad toupee visibly disheveled. He had been kicked out by … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – Golden Girls Day 4

All the girls were out on the lanai, which is a porch but in Miami. They were having a lovely time, playing scrabble and caring for their gay minks, until Blanche stopped them. “Wait,” she said. “Someone’s missing. I can … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – Golden Girls Day 3

The cheesecake had been particularly delicious that evening. Blanche even had to go and fetch the extra can of whipped cream from under her bed. They were all in such a good mood, they even let Rose tell a St. … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – The Golden Girls Day 2

Dorothy sat alone in the well-apportioned 80’s kitchen, a whole cheesecake in front of her on the white kitchen table. She was dressed in a nightgown that also, strangely, was a baseball jersey? With shoulder pads? Very chic. With a … Continue reading Werewolves 135 – The Golden Girls Day 1

I think this says it all. Picture it, Miami, 1985. Four women in their golden years live as roommates in a beautifully-apportioned home in Southern Florida. Dorothy – the sarcastic substitute teacher, reeling from a messing divorce from her yutz … Continue reading Werewolves 135: The Golden Girls – Signup