If There's a Cure for This, We Don't Want It!


Ooh, those girls just WERQUE themselves into a FRENZY! And then there's Miss Ross.
Darlings, don't miss this!


(Thanks to Mark! xoxo)

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  1. The ecstatic queeniness of it all practically moves me to tears. It's like some sort of exalted High Holy Mass!

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    1. Yes and I swear I detected a little pre-Vogue Vogueing going on.

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    2. Totally! I'm going to pretend that this is where it all started.

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    3. <> I had exactly the same thought before I read your comment.

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  2. I don't know. This kind of excess only leads to Slap Parties and worse. There are good reasons that Miss Gaynor always kept her Safety Gays so carefully synchronized - Miss Ross could have learned a lesson or two from her about that. And many, many other things, for that matter...

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    1. If this sort of thing is what happened when Miss Ross left the stage for a minor costume change, one can only imagine the holy hell that broke loose when she took a bathroom break!

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  3. Uh-oh. Someone dropped the poppers in the Jacuzzi backstage. Again..! Jx

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  4. I still like the old line up better. I mean seriously, the construction worker and the Indian were friggin' HOT!

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  5. Wow...that was like toxic shock syndrome.

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  6. Best cure I know for a hangover: have all of your safety gays do the hard work for you, then make a grand entrance posing in your Mackie sequins and ermine tales.

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    1. Oh. My God. All Hail!

      TJB has entered the world of campness again - Hallelujah!!!!!

      Jx

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