Pointless Announcements

Yes, because Howard Hughes was a poor Canadian editor who prefers cardigans and nights in with his long-time significant other rather than a millionaire airplane designer and movie mogul that made a habit of nailing every starlet that came on one of his sets.

I think something's snapped in your brain.

 

I stand corrected.

 

You want me to start my own TEx thread that features nothing but shots of the giant wet spots I'm making?

Okay...

*Hey, apparently Lordeden does*

 

Apparently, I ain't dun drinkin', yet. I'm having a schleckinschulerschlufin...something like that.

 

This raises a good question- what's the opposite of THIS?

 

So apparently, stupid drunken violence can be averted by just the right combination of baby talk and face patting.

 

Good to know.

I feel like listening to joni mitchell now. Back to the hotel.

 

Oh my sweet baby jesus, where did you go after I left? The biker bar?

 

I only stopped in the biker bar to pee, I swear. But I was later drawn into the irish bar by sounds of happiness...only to find drunk middle age babies attacking college girls

 

Ahhh, yes... The Milltop Tavern, I suspect. Or the White Lion Pub? I'm glad that Joni saved you. The nightlife is... um... interesting... there.

 

She's not that drunk. She's a pleasantly tipsy LADEEE!

 

He was also someone who kept his bodily fluids in jars...

 

She is a delightful dinner and drinks companion. And, she's game to try new beers, too. Mmmmm.... it's strawberry season. Abita-style.

 

Here you go...








The kicker is the groomer was brushing him down and the bandana she randomly pulls out of the box has monkeys on it.

 

Cooper?! A dog that awesome should be called Banjo or Zipper.