MJ snuck away for a few days, but the paps snapped her with Mr. Peenee
(who claims to be in New Orleans) as he pushed her towards the ladies lounge.
Honey, if you throw 'em back, you have to remember to hook up the catheter.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
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The ol' grey mare just ain't what she used to be!
ReplyDeletebut you should see her trot.
DeleteIs that beaver?
ReplyDeleteYes, she likes to advertise.
DeleteHA! It's worth roughly no more then... a NICKLE!!!
Deletei believe it's her own carpet, cut and bound.
DeleteIf it wasn't Mr. Peenee's birthday, I'd slap all of you senseless.
ReplyDeletewell then, slap peenee.
DeleteMJ - tell me that your wrap is really EMBA chinchilla, and not a dyed fur from Korvettes.
ReplyDeletesee above, she recycled.
DeleteOh dear. The fur is flying again.
ReplyDeleteSx
we can only hope.
DeleteI don't know what the fuss is about, they both look elegantly happy.
ReplyDeleteBut then, I am quite the lush so what do I know...
....plenty darling, plenty.
DeleteWho is the woman with the blue rinse in the background?
ReplyDeletei thought it was you...now, i'm not sure.
DeleteI fear it's my mother
ReplyDeletewell then, let's roll mom over to the buffet table!
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