Well, Movember has come and gone, but that shouldn’t mean that you quit thinking about men’s cancers. They get people all year long, so keep on top of it.
There, I’m done all of my harping and begging. We rang out the end of what has become my favourite month of the year, and we did it with style and grace. That means that I’m going to have to wing it until the time comes for Float Your Fanny Down The Ganny preparations. It also means that I have a few photos to show you. Some are like this.
This is how excited she gets when she sees a razor in my hand.
Or there was the one on the Brady’s bed before they got to the hotel.
Nothing like a good pillow hump. Yes, I got them both.
I just like to be the first to hump in a fresh hotel bed, that’s all.
Come on. With a mo like that, you know he’s going to destroy that bed as soon as the room gets cleared.
Soon we had the whole gang in to our little home away from home.
Then Scooter and Homes brought me something to wear.
Too much teeth and glass. I’m not good at being a vato, but I’m trying, Mo. Really I am.
Scooter, Gadget, Homes, and I had left the hotel first, and while we were in the cab, Homes passed me half a bottle of tequila.
“No, I’m okay.”, I said
“That’s not the answer I was looking for, Ese. I left the cap in the the room and we can’t take it in the bar.” was his reply.
“You can’t waste good tequila.” said I, and then the bottle made it’s rounds. Apparently Scooter and Gadget aren’t wasteful either.
Gadget dressed up too. Looks like it’s working for him.
Homes and Scooter buggered off somewhere after they got their free beer tickets. Gadget and I cruised the strip looking for action and we found it at the Sher-Wood booth.
He, of course, kicked my ass, but we both got a free mini stick out of the deal, so it was all good. There was also the Harley booth.
He likes to touch my belly sometimes. It’s because I’m gangsta.
We made a flip book thing too, but it would be hard to show here. Also, I don’t have it.
Dwayne Gretzky played again. They were awesome again. Scooter showed back up and danced.
With the devil!
Or maybe it’s Rich Uncle Pennybags from Monopoly, they’re very similar.
It was about this time that everyone else showed up. Mrs. Birdman started a game with Firecracker where you had to get your picture taken with as many people as possible, but she promptly forgot about it because of her amnesia juice. That juice also made her forget to check her phone while she stood in the crowd and watched the band. Not that I was trying to find her. Much.
Firecracker, on the other hand, did not forget that shit. I would need three posts just to show the dedication that this spunky little ginger showed at that party. I guess I’ll just post all of the photos on the Google+ page for whoever wants to see.
Cheers, Tweezle. You’re not going to see much of her for the rest of the night.
(While you’re there, you might as well add us to your circles. We don’t bite… hard.)
There is one chain of events that transpired with The Centaur, Mrs. Brady, Firecracker, and the Coke man, that is too funny to not post. I wasn’t there, but Tweezle did a great job of capturing it’s entirety, so it feels like I was.
She probably thought it was a lead shank.
So she has now let go and things start going downhill.
But wait! The Coke man thought he had better take control of the situation.
Don’t let go until his balls drop.
Okay, you’re good, Now let go of that stud and go on about your business.
While these guys were clowning around, Dale Jr. and Danica were out making new friends.
I don’t even want to know where this is going. Wait. Yes I do.
Do you like the way I painted it grey like an elephant’s trunk?
Things started to slide after the band stopped, so Gadget and I loaded one cab full and went back in to round up the rest of the crew, but Firecracker would have none of it. I think we had a pants off dance off, because I remember dancing, then I remember wearing some black, lacy panties when I was back at the hotel. I am just guessing of course, but she claimed them, so I’d say I won.
While we were back inside, we decided that we needed a huge inflatable moustache.
It’s the one that’s obvious.
The problem was that there was a security guard that was no help at all. He wouldn’t even lift me up so I could undo the ropes. He said I had to go and ask one of the Movember Canada staff.
I’ll find Emma. She seems awesome in her emails.
No dice, but I did meet her partner. She thought it was a great idea for us to steal the stache. She put me in touch with Dancy McGee, but she said that we could absolutely not steal that moustache. I believe she then got some more security on it and pointed me out as a possible culprit.
This left the front door almost wide open with three guards at the back door.
Hello, what feels like an 80 lb block of ice.
This will look so good on your lawn.
Some dude asked us if we wanted to go outside and do some ice. It wasn’t that good.
Rub a dub dub. What a pair of assholes we are.
We want to thank Appleton Estates for the delicious rum, ginger beer and cranberry drinks. You maybe shouldn’t have given out so many, but we’re glad that you did.
Oh, and If you were planning on using this sculpture again, you aren’t.
I woke up still drunk at what I thought was 5 or 6 AM and sat on the toilet eating Zantac and drinking water to cure my pounding headache. I then started investigating where the cold air was coming from. I looked in the shower. My memory started to come back and I decided that I should start melting it down so people could shower if they wanted to.
Apparently just having the door closed wasn’t very much soundproofing. I was startled by a beautiful face in the doorway telling me I was waking up everybody, and to go back to bed. I explained my logic in my trademark loud whisper and was told that it was still night and to shut off the shower and get the fuck back to bed.
This was all that was left after Mr. Brady’s shower, so I’d say we did a good job of getting rid of the evidence. Well except for this blog post. And all the pictures on G+. Oh, and the eyewitnesses. Meh. What are you gonna do?
Thank you to all who contributed your money to this year’s Movember campaign, and to all of my brothers and sisters who donated their time and their souls to it; I am so proud of you. You restore my faith in humanity daily and it keeps me going. That and Mrs. Birdman’s sweet love.
Mo on, Mo Fos,