Friday, November 07, 2008
Our illustrious host and hostess.
Um...remind me...Mylie Cyrus and ??
Queen Marlene, her Holy Gail, and - hey, is that Heather Wilson?
Count Rod Dracula extinguishes his birthday candles.
Oh, do have another drink, Lady Catherine!
The Blind Date. Get it? Blind.....Date. No, he's not a fig newton.
"My moustache flies in your general direction! Ni! Ni!"
The little devil. Ain't she cute?
Coach Marc executing a perfect demi-pirouette.
Angel Tracie...pure as the driven snow. [Who's laughing? Stop laughing!]
Pretty Pixie. Notice the blind date took off his shades to check her out.
Me as the scariest thing that has happened all year.
(I'm the stock market. Get it?)