For P.’s birthday we had a..
DEATHRAWK-ZOMBIE-DANCEFLOOR-FREAKOUT!
This is what it looked like:

T. Little and Pandory


Brother Clit and the birthday girl

And this is what the cake looked like:

Cherry-limeade cake with wee zombies.
It turned your teeth green, and tasted great.

And once upon a time, this is what I used to look like every single day:

HA!


MC Shellshocka can I can smell your spicy brains..
Maybe we didn’t eat enough human flesh because
the next day, it suddenly wasn’t fabulous 1986 anymore
and everyone was all moldy and malevolently hungover.
But it was fun while it lasted, no?