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For Erin

DOOGIE HOWSER.

THE ORIGINAL BLOGGER.

Easter. What had happened was.....

Okay. I'm a little late but it was a long day so bear with me.

Beaster Sunday started kinda nice. I decided to wear my white pants against my better judgement and against Kirsten's recommendation. When else would I ever wear them?



So we popped a cork of bubbly for breakfast, had a nice toast to Jesus, and headed to Harrah's Casino for our Easter Brunch Buffet w/complementary Champagne from 11:00 to 2:45 (or a little later if you make friends with Scookeesha).



So, let's think for a while about how we should burn off all of the calories from the mashed potatoes with gravy, the side of lard, and the whatever-stuffed whatevers......

Hey, I know!



TWO, THREE, FOUR! DANCE IT OFF!!!!!







Feeling better now, I fluff Brandy's corsage and my boutonniere (that I made from ribbons and marshmallow Peeps) and we proceed to the Chart Room where we drank many splits of champagne, met some characters, watched Brandy spill 2 drinks, got free jukebox money, and somehow obtained a fake flower bouquet.




I may have the order wrong, but I remember Timmy and Brandy stopping to buy street meat from some black lady with a cart full of meat pies. Gross. I'm still baffled that she told me not to publish the picture I took of her because she was "copyrighted." WTF?



Wait! Random pole dance!



We had more cham-pain at Good Friends. The balcony seemed like a good place to check messages, take pics of drag queens, or pass out for a few minutes.





I was happy to meet up with Laurie, baby Allie, and friends (dressed in full homemade furry bunny outfits) so I could play with my baby gurl. She ate my Peeps.



As far as the rest of the night went, RANDOM POLE DANCE!!!!



We went to places that we do not talk of, did things we do not talk of, and came home with tips that Timmy won't talk of. Somehow, T and I found the car and I could actually operate it enough to drive down Canal Street to pick up poor Brandy from the corner where we left her with blisters on both pinkie toes. Good thing that Mexican boy was there to keep her company and try to take her back to his casa for some el sexo.

Next year, B and I have decided we had better go to church or something to try and balance out the debauchery from this year. I'm okay with that. As long as we get outta church in time to get to Harrah's.

Just a bunch of Easter garb.

Happy Easter to all......2 of you.

We are heading to the FQ today for our classy annual Harrah's Casino champagne brunch. Then, we might catch Chris Owen's Easter Parade if it rolls into our path. We will definitely be catching the Gay Easter Parade to see all of the lovely easter bonnets. I was thinking about wearing white pants but this usually turns into a big drunk fest and I don't want to come home looking like a brown gutter-turd. I had better not.

Here is a bunch of crap that seems really funny right now because I may still be a little drunk from last night. And typing is kinda hard.

Dyed eggs at Timmy's last night. Good times.



This is my plaid egg, Tommy Hilsadder.



you might remember this.



well, this is the prequel.



Enjoy the Peep Show.



And, lastly, a Jesus rap.

Easter Jesus Music Video


I hope you all find the golden egg today.

squirrel relocater

Jesus Christ With A Crutch!

my good pal elizabeth rocked my off-day wednesday morning when she sent me a link to this betch.







i had to add her to my myspace page.

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=66235810

hott.

Oh, the shame.

You may have heard that Steve-O was locked up and placed under suicide watch and was all strung-out on crack and shit. No big surprise there. But the part that gets me is.......how fucked up do you have to be for all of those idiots from JackAss to do a forceful intervention on you? Now THAT is rock bottom!

fat people are funny!

This is the true definition of bat-shit crazy.

PUNCHED!!

You've probably seen this, but it's too good not to see again. I mean, it has a zombie dance, for cryin' out loud!

Timmy's home.

Well, Timmy made it back where he belongs in the city of drive-thru daiquiri's, go cups, and drinking problems that we do not acknowledge.

To welcome him home, Brandy made his door all pretty.


I got booze, cheese, fruit, two-bite brownies, etc.



Then we drank all this shit and more.



I would give you all a play by play but it's all so damn blurry. I've almost made it to the end of week one. I can assure you how it'll end.




See you in rehab, Mrs. Winehouse!

Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner

thanks, Julep. cool website.