For, perhaps, obvious reasons i have decided to remove the err…bunny picture. But hey man, if you want crude photos you gotta pay, exclusively and shit. Some day. Some how. Anyway, i cannot begin to explain what happened last nite. booed off stage during costume contest by yuppie sweater wearing preppies, more go go dancing, boozin’ it up, bruisin’ , afterhours, stealing taxi cab licenses, knocking over ashtrays, buying 25 dollar mickeys with american funds (so stupid), trips to the supermarket about 7am whereupon deciding that bunnygirl really does not need a second job anymore and thus would continue to hang out, photo ops with phalic-shaped produce and meats, re-arranging letters on a sign to spell “private parts”, tripping and falling and spilling onion dip against the wall and on the floor (it was really good dip. i was pissed), ten-jillion other things i cannot and will not ever ever say.
