Since I cowardly ducked
out of lunch,
I was free to watch the rest of the parade.
These cheerleaders always
crack me up.
They show their panties! Whee!
mmmmmmmm
(actually, his dress was a rather understated and pretty. Shocking.)
Her ass cheeks were
hanging out, too,
but I figured everyone had seen enough asses for the day.
Latoya Jackson
moved to Long Beach?
(God, I kill me.) |
|
The float sponsored
by the new bar in town, "Fire Island." It's a
pretty funny name for a gay bar.
(Note: yes, I know Fire Island is a real
place. I also know it's famous for being "The Gay Hamptons."
That's what I meant by "it's a pretty funny name for
a gay bar." You may now cease writing to tell me about
your ceaseless knowledge of the subject. Thank you.) |
Hey, if you have
to drive a Pinto halfback,
I guess this is the way to go. |
|
Those saucy Fire
Island boys finally get to take a break. |
As do I. But what a
fun day!
( And boy, I'm lucky M stayed home. He would have tolerated this
shit for about five minutes, tops.)
