Well kids,
Big weekend at Crazy Studios. Albert and Susan joined forces with Foxy TV and discovered like minded madness bubbling in the streets of the West Village. We initiated an impromptu dance party, culminating in video shooting and further mania centered around gym socks and plumbers butt. Sometimes yoga is just yoga, but other times it symbolizes a deep, unabridged sexual frenzy of chakra glory. This is what we experienced at 11:36 p.m. never to be quite the same again.
The same level of frenzy followed us to Sunday where we saw a film at Monkey Town about repressed skin heads. Having been a former punk who experienced the shift in skin head culture, Susan had numerous opinions all expressed loudly at the bar afterwards. The after party was held in a former cocaine speak easy called Kokie's appropriately enough, once being owned and operated by the Puerto Rican mob. Now, it is another hipster dive, with the Hives on the juke box and chili fries served barely warm. Oh Williamsburg, how far we slip from our edge!
1 comment:
Wow, that's the hottest post we've ever had Naughty Susan. Keep em coming. And where did you get that hot pic?
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