I have been going through a bunch of crap in an unemployed "get organized" frenzy. One of my myriad tasks is scanning a bunch of my old analog photographs into jpeg format. In doing so, I've uncovered a load of incriminating photos of myself - Here are a few of my favorites:
What's a guy got to do to get you back in that cheerleader outfit these days?
ReplyDeleteJust find me another cheerleader to date. Bourbon would help, also.
ReplyDeleteI've got bourbon! It was the second to cheapest bottle on the shelf. Therefore, it will make you the next to cheapest drag cheerleader.
ReplyDeleteSecond cheapest?!?!
ReplyDeleteThat won't stand, sir!
Guess I've got to lose the panties.
My eyes! They burn!!!
ReplyDeleteThere'll be more than your eyes burnin' if you hit that shit big Soda!
ReplyDeleteMy mind! It burns!!!
ReplyDeleteHalloween '92 HAD to have been a good night for you.
ReplyDeleteOne way or another.
Actually, I wore that outfit to work at Crow's Nest (Naperville). Whenever some guy would come up and hit on me (and there were a handful) I'd say in my best Henry Kissinger voice "Okay, I will go out with you, but I must warn you that I'm not a cheap date" (or something to that effect) - most of 'em ran.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it was a pretty great day.
Wow, I mean most people have some 80/90s pics they would like to get rid of.
ReplyDeleteWow thanks for sharing.
How does one scrub ones brain? I really wish I would have looked at these on a Friday instead of a Monday.
I need bourbon stat!
Starting to have horrifying flashbacks of an encounter with a "girl" at Mardis Gras '93.
ReplyDeleteWas 1996 the year you forgot what food was?
ReplyDelete1996 was the year that finances forced me to choose between food and booze.
ReplyDeleteFood lost.