When he was just a wee little baby fag, Mrpeenee went to his high school prom with a real girl. Even then, Mrpeenee was a huge, albeit unacknowledged nell and dressed accordingly in an ivory brocade tuxedo and a raspberry ruffled shirt. This was in the heart of Gulf Coast Texas and the fact Mrpeenee lived to tell about it only proves what an odd, odd time the 70s were.
Wow. That's all. Wow.
ReplyDeleteYou really do know no shame.
pooh. Are you claiming to have looked better?
ReplyDeleteOh, not at all. That's why my pictures have been destroyed.
ReplyDeleteI do so love this picture. . .
ReplyDeleteI was a vision.
ReplyDeleteA vision in Cranberry. To touch you is to cleanse the kidneys.
ReplyDeleteSeriously though, a red shirt and an ivory tuxedo? Were you a cheescake?
LOL! Wesley, darling, you are too funny for your own good. It must stop.
ReplyDeleteSorry Peener, which one is you?
ReplyDelete(And Wes, darling, how you dare you have such low body fat and be so funny.)
It's not CRANBERRY, it's RASPBERRY, you big poofs.
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ReplyDeleteI for one think you looked most dashing and elegant, but did you know what to do with your date after the prom? Here's a hint: her panties should have been stained raspberry to match your blouse!
ReplyDeleteeeks. Certainly not. My date couldn't have been more untouched by moi if she had been wrapped in cellophane.
ReplyDeleteThat hair is...is....the coup de grace....or the piece de resistance.....or the fait acompli .....or something like that.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's the pie a la mode.
I dunno.
Like Wesley, all I can think of now is cheesecake.
You like it, huh? I cut it myself. With my eyes closed.
ReplyDeleteWith a blunt knife, it would seem.
ReplyDeleteAnd it goes so well with your dates six dollar perm...
ReplyDeletePersonally, my favorite part is the three inches of shirt cuff sticking out of the jacket sleeve.
ReplyDeleteThe band that night specilized in playing covers of Doobie Brothers songs. It was a magic evening.
Yes, wow, and more. I have some not quite so severe shots of myself, but I don't have the balls to share them yet.
ReplyDeleteayem8y said I looked dashing and elegant and that's why he's my favorite and the rest of you can suck it and believe me, there was plenty worse there that night and it's an immeasurable comfort to be 53 knowing you look better now than you did then and did I mention I was wearing platform shoes that made me about 6'7"?
ReplyDeleteExcuse me? I tell you I love the picture and you tell me to suck it? Fine, Helen!
ReplyDeleteRonda, how could you think I was speaking to you? As I noted, I was addressing the bitches. Would that include you? No, it would not.
ReplyDeleteI apologize for my knee-jerk reaction, Mr. P!
ReplyDeleteI apologize for my knee-jerk reaction, Mr. P!
ReplyDeleteluv ya, mean it, I'm asleep.
ReplyDeleteI wore very similar versions of the dress and the hair to my prom in the Piney Woods of East Texas. My date, however, was not nearly as fabulous as Mr. Peenee.
ReplyDeletebuu
ReplyDeleteYou're too kind, truly, although I suspect you either need stronger glasses or weaker drugs.