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you can see, Jim M. was dressed as a very convincing Satan. I showed
up dressed normal with a pair of lame-ass drug store horns. Jim
pronounced me a poseur. I beelined for Laree, who had come as Satan's
lawyer/bodyguard who I then usurped from Jim as my own. |
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Jim C. later told me Laree was playing both sides and assisting
both Jim M. and myself, pledging allegiance to whoever was in front
of him. I would also like to say that although he offered to get
me things all night - as in "Could I get you a beer my Lord
and Master?" - Laree never actually came through with any of
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wanna wear this next year! So pretty! There were awards given out
this year and I think (although I am not sure) that these were some
of the recipients: |
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series of poses by Lisa: |
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is what I felt like at the end of the night too: |
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only remaining question is: Why did Satan drop trou at the end of
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