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So, its not the weed. Its the email.

Mickey Mouse is only gonna be in town for 5 more days. Thats a little disappointing, its been nice having 75 of his likenesses runnin' around. They've all kinda denned up over at the Reagan building, which hosts the outdoor dance party I like so much. It must be the cats pajamas for my sass to the south, Bikutoria, to constantly have a little bit of rat-itude.





Instead of cute and kitch, I'm gonna have the straight up oddballs that this swamp city brings out come Spring. Like this chucklehead, who was headed north on Connecticut the other day. Mmmm, argyle socks.



Or like this wacko who's coming into town on the 14th of May.



Yes, you are, princess. Yes you are.

Speaking of all things Jersey, I've got Pam (she of Hawaii and dance partner fame) coming into town on the 20th of May. Work it out, birthday present.