In looking for something to illustrate this time honored tradition, I ran across this
tarting up the place in a queer bar called New York, New York in Manchester, England. It scares me. I thought at first it was the color or the shininess, but now I realize it's the tout ensemble that willifies me. I look at the vaguely Victorian mantle mirror, the various equipment dangling about (are they games? Security apparatus? Who knows?) and the lovely peach colored walls and think "I'm glad I don't go to bars anymore."
In all frankness I instantly thought:
ReplyDelete"Where did he find a turd in a Santa hat?!"
The guy's legs look like my two 6:00am drop-offs. Just saying.
Is this another of the chocolate glazed treats to celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior?
ReplyDeleteIt's a theme. How clever of you to realize it.
ReplyDeleteSuhweet sick jebus. Moments ago, Miss J came across a hideous post of "Toes" which left her heaving. Now this. It's a wonder she still has eyes to see with.
ReplyDeleteToes? I am pretty sure I don't want to know.
ReplyDeleteThis frightens me.
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