It was a bash for the ages at Ned's. From the pale green fluff salad to the beauty of the hot dog structure (see Fairy Butler for pix) it was a night we will not soon forget. Slutty whore squats, carefree roboto moves, wig-wearing (both on the head and below the belt), the dance of the cut: you know who you are. We served birch beer and evil margaritas and sidecars which punished us all through the day yesterday. I am still not quite ok but forging onward in the style of the pioneers. We got to tussle with Lupis, WW, Painter, Necrowench, JD, Heart as Arena, BB, Ed Winkleman & Bambino. Thanks for coming everyone.
Kudos and boingy style love to the ether pals:
Krix and her lovely fez, her satchel o' costumes. Sloth and her beard around the waist/fall on the floor specialness, very sexy, yes.Ham Paw and her hot dog sculpture stylings, her karate chop cuts to the torso. I chop you, you chop me, etc. FB in the big glasses, maker of green fluff, originator of the dances of the world...yes FB, you are my hero. WW, you came alive in the wig, you are the pants-shitter for all times and PD...................you know it! You are a busty lass with the robot soul.
Corny dearest you were missed. Yes. You are the hot dog of the universe.