My trip to Mecca er Church

Yes, I'm getting all duded up for my Bi-annual trip to Church. Trust me if the First Presbyterian Church burst in to flames its just little ol' me entering the door.
I kid I kid. Damn can't you all just enjoy some humor.
Anyho, here is what I will be wearing. Minus the hair.
Yes, those are cowboy boots. Ostrich quill. We were poor and either my Dad or I had to choose which one of us would attend Church with the dress shoes on.
Yes, that is my very first pretend girlfriend. A very lovely girl who I still speak with. She TERRIFIED me, gawd I just knew if I didn't break up with her soon I would have to kiss her instead my high school crush. Darren F. 
So, I broke her heart in a million little pieces. I mean who wouldn't recover from losing such a hunk as myself. Damn I had it going on with those Polyester faux jeans. One last little tidbit of love. The jacket was to small, that's why I couldn't cross my arms all the way, but you already knew that didn't you.
Love Tug.
Go in peace, ho

Comments

David Dust said…
Sis - You are bringing the SEXXXAY in that picture - hair or no hair!!!

Merry Christmas Ho.

XOXOXOXO
December 24, 2010 at 3:58 PM
Miss Ginger Grant said…
Love the hair!

I think I had that same polyester suit- did it have a reversible vest and a piar of plaid pants also?
December 26, 2010 at 7:15 AM
Joy said…
Oh the memories! You are such a cutie in that picture and so is your "girlfriend." Love that photo of you and Smilin' Bill over there!
December 30, 2010 at 6:09 PM
Mistress Maddie said…
OMG!!!! I love the picture! You look like the stud with all the moves! And a very happy new year to you sweetheart!!!!!!!!!!
December 31, 2010 at 9:50 PM
the dogs' mother said…
I missed this post! Very handsome and loves the hair!!
January 1, 2011 at 8:31 AM
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