I struggled to contain myself.

What can you expect from a group with a song entitled “Sperm Receptacle“?

As I glanced around the crowd, women comprised at least half the attendance. In the first group to perform, The Crazy Monkeys, there are two women members. Even with this, they played mainly stereotypical female roles (ditsy girlfriend, girlfriend/wife who gets pregnant–whoops!, etc.).

There wasn’t much of substance in either performance.

Why not try some satirical work, or lampooning, of current political events instead of rehashing the same old bullshit from those who did it better, the first time around?

I’m so happy I didn’t pay for any of this shit.

[Thanks, Missy!]

(Here’s the original:)

Of course I’ll be the first to pull the lever for Clinton if it’s Hillary v. Rudy in the general election. Standing on principle is noble, but Giuliani eats power for breakfast and shits crazy in the afternoon. [Defective Yeti]

Just popping in to say, No, I still have not uploaded any of the shots from the drag show two weeks ago. I’ve got about 4GB of hard disk space left, and with Windows selectively choosing not to recognize the DVD burner so I can get more space and get the shots off the camera disk, it takes time. Soon, I promise.

Below the fold are some of my favorite shots, but you can always skip straight to the whole set.

I think these two are parents of a football player. Every so often a cart would pass carrying parents, I’m guessing they were getting a tour of the campus.

Yes, I told this girl her skirt was stuck (after I took this shot, though):

Punny!

This gal was extremely intoxicated and was desperately trying to text somebody while keeping her balance:

This guy had been wobbling down the road and the cops finally decided to talk to him:

I got this gal during the last Breakfast Club, but she wouldn’t believe me:

Finally, a kissing booth for smokers:

This was a Breakfast Club where the parents got involved, too:

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Breakfast Club is where tons of students dress up in costume and go to the bars to get stupid drunk. The bulk of them simply continue their drinking from the night before, some taking a nap in between, others merely drinking through the night. Technically, they’re supposed to make their costumes by hand, not buy them at stores, and they’re supposed to try to be as original as possible, never duplicating a costume they wore at any other Breakfast Club.

My liver cannot handle me drinking Friday night and then again Saturday morning, so I took pictures. The great thing about walking around sober with a camera around my neck is not having to look for the perfect shot. Folks willingly pose for me, some even demanding I take their picture. There were three or four gals who freaked out and said I couldn’t post their pictures because their parents might see it, but you’ll find below some of my favorites of those I can post.

This guy was out Friday night and was so incredibly drunk. He kept hitting on me, and freaking me out, but eventually he fell down and stumbled away. Is this your son? He needs to get a grip.

Yes, this is a Facebook placard:

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