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Buttley has a fetish for gladiator girls. |
Not "Saturday Night Fever"...more like "Saturday Night Full Body Dryheave" |
"When can I beat your piņata?" |
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Can't...come...up...with...funny...caption. Mind...reeling. |
She's got a flat head, which makes for a good...footstool, yeah that's it. Footstool. |
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Buttley's just a wee bit too comfortable. |
Play nice or I'll take away your drinks. |
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"Dammit. I want to pop that pinata!" |
Malkin stops in on her way home from a wedding. |
Ken stuns the crowd by breaking out his signature look: Le Tigre. |
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Sensing the crowd wanting more, Ken follows up with another famous look: Ferrari. |
Careful, Anna. We're down to emergency rum rations. |
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"Don't knock my dress. My mother wore it to her wedding and my grandmother wore it to hers." |
Elton John and a happy fan. |
This isn't what usually comes to mind when I think of blue-haired ladies. |
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"OK, so was that was 2 rum & cokes and a glass of wine?" |
Ummm. No thanks. I'll pass on the garter belt removal. |
SOMEBODY TAKE THAT WINE GLASS AWAY FROM KELLY!!! |