I'm confused. This news flash alone is no press stopper. But consider the case of last weekend.
Sunday night, I was invited to a slate of parties all celebrating some event called 'The Superb Owl.' I'd never heard of this festival, and as such was not familiar with its customs. I figured I needed to pick up a sweet owl to trot around, so I chose the cute little dude in the picture down there. And so the superb owl and I struck out to the bars.
We arrived at Nutbush and to my amazement, no one else had brought an owl! Some Superb Owl party! And everybody was watching football, which completely threw me.
I concluded that there must have been some owls at Scot's but, to my chagrin, it was the same story. Just me, my lonely owl and a bunch of rabid sports fans. I began to see a pattern emerging, but was still stumped at what was going on.
Crew didn't help my confusion one lick. Not an owl, or any bird, in the whole damn bar!
And once I got to Touché and David began to fist my owl... I just had to go home. Most of you will never know the sublime pain of being the only girl at the party with an owl. Next year, I'm leaving the goddamn bird at home!
Onward and upward.
And into the sexy confines of cover girl Tamale's apartment. That girl has some kinky junk ( not all in her trunk ) . But put her and her friend in black bras and the girls go wild. If you are the type driven to ecstacy by the aforementioned undergarment, don't miss the 6th annual Black Bra party, brought to you by the Chix Mix chicks.