I spent a part of the work day explaining my bitch-red acrylic nails. They were part of the gussying up I did for M.’s party on Saturday. I clean up OK, but it ain’t come natural-like. Nope, drag queens take to it more naturally. Even the boys who only dress up like girls for Halloween.
But, check out my swanky dress and shawl thingie. (Thanks to Photoshop, I largely de-Ted Kennedy-ed my bloated looking, cherry red face.) Then, there’s me and M. all coupley. I think we look kind of two kinds of vapid in the pic. Lastly, there are my two favorite shots of both of us. His is subtitled, “Bond, Jih Ming Bond,” the international man of mystery.
wouldnt mr Bond have had a tie on
letting the side down again M
you look cute as a miss moneypenny clone mind Dee as you pass your pickpocket gains to your accomplice as she walks past nonchantly she needs lipo on those arms bingo wings are a comming for her
anyroad its my works xmas bash at the hilton HAHAHAHA no less soits a posh macdonalds for us for tea then this weekend question is should i embrace my ethnic origins and turn up suited n booted or stand up for my prinsipals as a aging hippy ecowarrior type flip flops n manky denimsall round
have fun and ill send you a pic of the big ducks we got here
dave