So yeah, apparently there are these whole group of girls that have tattoos and piercings in their cheeks and lips, who don't eat meat but sure do know how to party!!!
I guess whiskey isn't and animal but it can turn you into one. One of the partying sorts.
Anyhow my friend and I, the ever elusive P.K. Ripper, went on a man-date together to see if we could convince some vegan artist ladies to have some drinks with us. Turns out there are a bunch of them in Downtown Chinatown!!! So not only did we meet some, they had drinks with us and then they took us to this party palace where they dwell and get half-price drinks because they are way cooler than everyone else. I know this because they kept telling us they were way cooler than everyone else. So cool, in fact, that they showed me how to behave on the dance floor properly. Goth dancing is a fine art untapped by the masses but perfected by Marilyn Manson.
Anyhow, it was fun I made some new friends. Kept and old one and dug out my old Echo & the Bunnymen tapes. I don't know why these girls call themselves Suicide Girls when they're not even gonna kill themselves. Stupid.
p.s.
that's me and "the Ripper" in the back. But the guy on your far right he was creepy, in every photo and not one of my friends.
