August 12, 2009

• MARKETDAZEchaptertwo

  

  The dude on the left is one of the owners of Minibar, i believe. They had a huge framework setup -- it was definitely the most impressive of the bars on the strip.

  

  Quiche and Michel bought some rotgut vodka and poured the bottle into blue Gatorade. I bought a mimosa (actually, the sign read, "Mamosa") and then kept having the two of them fill up my plastic champagne glass. Our tongues got blue from the drink, which i dubbed Smurf Piss, a holdover from my collegiate days.

  

  I know, i know. Give it up, Wally. I had a running joke going. I don't want to be uncouth...but it involved Smurfette and cunnilingus. And look at Stephanie -- she's not even attempting veracity with that airkiss.

  

  The Joker ain't the only fool who'd do anything for you.

  

  Hello, kitty! Yeah, OK, dude. You can pretend you're dressed up in that getup cuz you want people to adopt poor widdow puddytats. But i know a friggin' furvert when i see one.

  

  Which one's Bono and which one's Richard?!

  

  Totes grotes. Why does Michael's tongue have a dent? It didn't have its tongue pierced once upon a time, did it? (I think it still has its navel ring.)

  

  I'm a sucker for spectacle, and i think the nouveau club kid/drag queens make street festivals more fun.

  

  

  We ran into Carrol and Fancy, and then this little darlin':

  

  I want a puppy i can carry around in a purse! DADDY! I want one NOW!

  so.cute. Let's take a closer look:

  

  Awwwwww!

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