Au Revoir Les Fagots

Well, the biped has been talking to the media today. It can't be a good thing. He got home late last night and was raving. His wig was askew and his eyeliner had smeared. Someone had stolen his opal earrings. I'm not sure what he was doing in the bathroom, but this morning I found the remote control there and huge wads of rolled up toilet paper soaking wet littering the bathroom floor.

It had to be the Fag Bash Farewell Party. They called it the Fag Ball. It sounds like the biped had a good time.

I have no idea what look the biped was going for, but he ended up looking like a down-on-her-luck blackjack dealer from Carson City. I guess his date was Pam Greer. That is Pam Greer, isn't it?



The biped's hair. A Paul Mitchell emergency.



Apparently, Pam had a dance interlude during the ball.



I have no idea.



This is Cowboy Bryan as Starsky. Or is it Hutch?



Don't worry. it's a prosthetic.





After that, I can't think of a single thing to say.