Showing posts with label hot pants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hot pants. Show all posts

9.7.08

We NOW have PROOF!



EUREKA!

Bill Wood, with his holier than thou antics, heckling our wonderful little show whenever the devil makes him do it. . .

Well sir, we now have PROOF that you, Mr. Bill, removed your clothing on our stage! That's YOU with guest Beatnik and burlesque artist Betty Sioux Tailor! The jig is up, man! What say you, scoundrel?? Is that an unabridged, pocket version of the New Testament in your gold hot pants, or are you just glad to see us? Please answer this query, you so and so.


Love,
The Sparkling Beatniks



Post Script: We blurred your true identity in an effort to
preserve a sliver of your anonymity, you sexy beast. . .