Skeet and Fluffy, feeling the love...

Fluffy, feeling the love.

Fluff and Goose, chillin':

We discovered a gigantic discount liquor superstore right down the street, so they're drinking all sorts of weird xit now including Strega and test tube shooters. I can't, in good conscience, post pics of the shooters, because I respect them too much.

But we also discovered something new and horrifying.
Which Fluffy is sending to Cros.

There may be more pics later, once we're drinking respectable booze again.

Skeet hasn't puked in seven years.
We're working on breaking that streak.

Fluffy just farted.

It sounded wet.

I'm not sure what's going on here,
but I think we have a burlesque show in the making.

Fluffy feels most at home when he's in the boa.

I was totally fighting Goose the whole time but I am so blasted fucking drunk I lost. At least it looks like either I am fighting her off and losing or we are fucking. One or the other.

Awwww, Fluffy's passed out
and cuddling a fluffy pillow.

By the time he sees this, he'll be far enough away that he can't backhand me.
Like he did at the bar the other night.

Incidentally, we've dubbed him Cros, Jr.

Yay! Looks like a good time being had.

(My pleasure, Ab. I'm tickled that it's getting wear.)

Grate, the son I never wanted. I could have done worse.

Fluff=Pussy Head slightly disguised.

The ruse is over.

Glassy is gona put him on
lock down again.

I'm fucked.

Sneaky Cunt!
You deleted the pictures of your plumbers butt, and slip that one in after I leave? There will be hell to pay...

I know where you live.

Please! I barely know where I live.

That's the truth.
I've never had someone ask me for directions back to their own house till I met Abby.

fluffy, i sure hope you stayed all christian-like.

although the titty-holding picture doesn't give me much hope.

you bastards have too much fun.

i hate you all.

I took Fluff to church on Sunday morning.

And by 'church' I mean a video poker machine at Bugsy's bar in the Flamingo.

And what night did you take him to-
"school"?

Oh don't worry. I converted everyone in Abby's bar with my propper christian manners. Now they are all a buch of judgmental fag hating republican pricks! Ha Ha!

I hate you too big guy.

Fluffy, 'bout your signature:

good job, fluff!

fags suck.

I just heard from one of my Modern Drunkard friends.
He's got convention drunks staying at his place, which he can't get to until Friday because of his job.

They brought home another drunk from a dive bar last night.

He was gone by morning, as was $1700 in cash belonging to one of the squatters and some other stuff.

He can't get in touch with the main guy staying at his place because his cell went missing.

So I get to run down there this evening to check and see if the host's stuff is still there.

Glad ya likes it.

I done it just fer youz.

Kinda NOT like an LF, eh Wogger?

'xactly.

I trust you crazy bastards.

On the upside, when I got there, my friend's valuables were still there.
And on the even better upside, the writer guy staying there now has the addy to this place, so I doubt he'll be drinking xit absinthe anymore.

That is, if he's sober enough to work the search button.

Those bastards annoyed me. I would have liked some of the stuff they had scheduled before they were canceled because of world class hangover.

being annoyed with drunkards that are hungover at a drunkard convention is like being annoyed at the grass being green.

The man has a point.

We were in Vegas, after all. Not like we couldn't/didn't find other ways to amuse ourselves.

You guys are making me feel like flying out to Vegas.

Good.
The door's always open.

Good, on a cause I've already put the calls in to work for some time off...

Just let me know. I'm not going anywhere.

HA! even though I have not fully recovered yet, I'm ready to go back. Especially since I had my last final of the year today and turn in my (working) power supply project. I forgot the depth and magnitude to the meaning of SUMMER!

I never said I didn't expect it. It just annoyed me.