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My ride was a bit late in arriving...about 6 hours or so. Then we headed to Walmart (there, I said it) and loaded up Mike's Vulva.
Whitey knew it would be a tough road, we all did.
Costume Self Portrait 1-of-6: No amount of fake angst could counteract the the shimmer-hoody.
Despite the fact that my shake came in two parts, Michelle was still sleepy.
What's "broasted" chicken? Apparently it's a process where you can eat the whole thing bones-and-all. No lie!!
We were a bit late arriving...about 6 hours or so.
It's amazing how much booze and mirror-covered bikes weigh.
The greeter wanted to rush us through, but I insisted the gals ring the virgin bell.
A hand on metal bell ain't all that loud though.
This is the only shot I have of the Wedge shelter, which was made of a giant American Gladiators tarp and incited random violence.
Getting ready for naval service (and/or servicing navels).
This freaky-ass toy apparently wasn't working until it got to the desert then started its bizarre ranting and gyrating...I'm not talking about the orange thing either.
It was then I decided I really needed a pair of Disorient goggles.
