Monday, December 8, 2008

Naughty, Not Nice

So Jason (or Jeisean as he sometimes known in the low-life cafes he frequents) from Night is Half Gone wins this season's Reindeer Game prize for having run across the first stripper-in-a-santy-hat, or at least the first one to admit it.

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."


  1. In all frankness I instantly thought:
    "Where did he find a turd in a Santa hat?!"

    The guy's legs look like my two 6:00am drop-offs. Just saying.

  2. Is this another of the chocolate glazed treats to celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior?

  3. It's a theme. How clever of you to realize it.

  4. Suhweet 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.

  5. Toes? I am pretty sure I don't want to know.


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