And On It Goes

I know it's been all sorts of lame in these parts lately. And how do I know this? Besides from my acute self-awareness that is especially keen on my total suckage, the small numbers of people actually entering my give away of an apron that will be made with my heart and soul, is a big tip off.

Seriously? If you haven't entered, do it now, bitches. And then again every day until the end of the week? Or? I'm just going to give it away to whoever kisses my butt the most. A girl can always use a little ass-kissing.

Speaking of ass-kissing or licking rather - I promised someone that I would TRY to get a shot of the face that resembles a cat that just licked it's own ass at a wedding that I attended this weekend. I wasn't able to...

But enough about the bride, back to me or Mr. Booms in this case, looking dapper in his suit:



And me in my borrowed dress:



And my friend, Angela, seeing my boobs for the first time:



And then she got over the excitement:



And then the mourning began. He's just on the verge of wiping away the tear that he shed over the marriage of one of his best buddies...



In between beers, Mr. Booms showed me some love:



And then continued drinking... a lot:



Never one to let photography take away from my partying and drawing of dirty pictures, that's pretty much it. On top of that? I was so lazy I didn't even bother to remove the red eye. Yes, I'm possessed in every single shot.

So I didn't want to disappoint you by ending the wave of loserish lameness I've had going on around here. Glad I could keep up the sucky work with another sucky post.

Happy week.