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carol

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marjorie27
cynthia15
!karaoke13
ellen s10
katie d9
!best7
!boobs7
me7
missy7
siege6
!misshapes5
!strangers5
astra3
catrinel3
!driving3
grant3
katie3
vin3
amanda2
!barf2

carol — Happy birthday, Cynthia! We love you! <3

carol

carol — ...so we all headed out to hang on the porch and watch the sky...

carol — Back at home, we relaxed a bit. Everyone was...

carol

carol — Astra and Carol supervised.

carol — Hahaha.

carol — Shake it up!

carol — ...at Karaoke Killed the Cat! Yay!

carol — The word woo.

carol — Carolita!

carol — Later that night we went over to vBar for Carol's going away party! Such a fun crowd.

carol — Good luck, Carol! NYC misses you!

carol — ...for some karaoke!

carol — On Tuesday night I was summoned downtown to Winnie's...

carol — Haha.

carol — Thanks for hosting, Cynthia!

carol — Our lovely host with Katie and Carol.

carol — ...down.

carol — Especially Carol.

carol — I like how molesty my friends are when they get a few drinks in them.

carol — No talk. Eat.

carol — How can anyone think about fighting with all these angels around?

carol — Elisabeth. (Check out Carol in the background. Haha.)

carol — Haha.

carol — ...Katie raised the roof for us.

carol — I interpreted "dress up for roller disco" as "wear your light blue t-shirt." I was told that I wasn't exempt and soon found my not-so-rollerdisco look getting spruced up with a headband...

carol — Katie and Carol.

carol — We arrived just as the ladies were starting to accessorize.

carol — Carol shows up late like me.

carol — Siege immediately took Queen Jen around the party to make sure her "Queen Gets to Play with Your Boobs" decree was obeyed.

carol — Lift from the knees!

carol — But he quickly came back downstairs so that he could carry Carol around like a party ball.

carol — Carol scored the other awesome "variety bag" present. A bottle of HBO Rome-themed wine, gingerbread men cookies, a little chocolate doo-hickey, and most-randomly, a copy of the Sex Advice From... book with a photo of Leigh on the front that I shot the cover for!

carol — Knowing these two, I guarantee you that Carol's pretending that she's not sure who has bigger boobs and needs to touch Missy's in order to settle things once and for all. And speaking of huge boobs...

carol — Marjorie and Carol.

carol — Owie.

carol — Take Two. Hahaha.

carol — Marjorie and Carol.

carol — Speaking of photographers I love, Ellen Stagg (and her huge boobs) were all there as well.

carol — Carol's creepy tongue.

carol — Marjorie and Carol.

carol — Making "Joey from New Kids on the Block" faces, no less.

carol — ...take pictures with himself and girls.

carol — On Wednesday afternoon, Grant and I met up with Carol to celebrate Bastille Day at some French hamburger joint on Ave A. (huh?)

carol — Marjorie clearly not-pretending with Carol's mah-mah-mamms.

carol — Carol, Rachel, Lorelei, Emma and Nina.

carol — So amazing.

carol — ...HAHAHAHAHA. Hooooo-leeeeeeeeee fugging shit. I almost pissed myself. What's that? You'd like a close up? Yeah, me too.

carol — There was this dude there who had slathered himself in that awful bronzer skin dye that makes you look tan. He kept going up to Sid and Buddy every five minutes and saying stuff like "Yo dudes, am I going to be up anytime soon? I'm going to be a famous singer someday and it might be in your best interest to treat me right." He tried that nonsense for 90 minutes and finally growing discouraged, bribed them with $40 and was instantly put on stage. Hahaha. He started singing some awful Justin Timberlake song while gyrating and air-humping. This prompted Carol to bum-rush the stage and sexily unbutton his shirt while he sang. He thought she was into him, but everytime he looked away from her, she'd pull faces like this...

carol — Thursday night I went to karaoke and found Carol in rare, ultra-fiesty form.

carol — Carol Gonzales, I love you.

carol — Party face.

carol — Neeeeple Peeench.

carol — This guy was awful, so Carol and Marjorie rushed the stage to try and help make his performance more entertaining.

carol — Drink fight! What's a little spilt drink between friends? I mean it's not anything that can't be fixed with...

carol — Carol's boobs and Vin.

carol — "Oh wait, let me fix my hair and make a sexy face."

carol — Candy and Carol.

carol — Carol. Looks like a three-way tie.

carol — Which he manages to keep in the frame for the subsequent collapse-of-pile-on.

carol — Pile on! Check out holmes in the background being all Cool Hand Luke with the thumbs up.

carol — So speaking of random acts of Sapphic love, here are the lovely Marjorie and Carol. Get a few drinks in these two and...

carol — Through the jeans? WTF?

carol — ...strange stuff starts happening. "C'mon, let me touch your baginer!"

carol — And yes, I know, "How come I haven't seen any pictures of Marjorie taking a king-sized chomp on Carol's tig ol' bitty?"

carol — After the Hole we went back to Pianos to check out Carlos D's birthday party. Neither of us know Carlos, but we figured the party was probably worth checking out. When we got there, it was a private deal and the doorman wouldn't let us upstairs. We were just about to leave when Carlos came downstairs, looked at us and said, "I recognize you guys from being around all the time!" and invited us upstairs. So nice! So Carlos, thanks. I will return the favor by encouraging my readers to download their very own Carlos D. Instant Messenger Buddy Icon.

carol — I don't even think I made it up to sing. Oh wait...who cares!

carol — ...it was like puppies at feedin' time. Don't worry, mamma's got enough teat for the whole litter.

carol — Carol bites my titty while an unknown ginger (by the way, that word is pronounced so that it rhymes with "ringer") gives me the sneaky devil horns.

carol — Carol and Brian.

carol — Marjorie saw Carol doing "the nuzzle" and got jealous. And before you knew it...

carol — Lots of people ask me why I go to karaoke so often.

carol — Carol, Marjorie and Ellen on the 'roke stage.

carol — Clearly, they're not people that look at the pictures on this site.

carol — Matt "scarfs" it up while Ellen shakes her tail.

carol — Woo, karaoke!

carol — Carol's awesome shirt.

carol — Marjorie and Carol.

carol — Should I even bother pretending that there's a narrative in here somewhere anymore?

carol — After returning home and doing an hour of jumping jacks to ensure I'd exorcised the majority of my spicy thai burps, I met up with Vinay and we headed over to Misshapes.

carol — And if Carol's there, she'll totally flash you her tits. So hey, tits.

carol — Me and Carol.

carol — Man, wouldn't you have thought I would've run out of things to say about pictures of my friends singing at Sid & Buddy's karaoke by now? Um, I think I have which is why I'm writing this instead of saying something funny. Here's Carol, Marjorie and Buddy.

carol — Marjorie looks on as Buddy feeds Carol a mime's cock.

carol — I don't wan' no salty mime kisses!

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