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Bruises are the new necklaces.
If a work holiday glitters on the horizon, you can be sure that the night prior will bring Motherfucker, the regularly debauched party from Georgie Saville, Michael T., Justine D., and Johnny T (household names across the heartland, rest assured). Last night was no exception, as the freakshow resumed its typical insanity at Avalon. The New York Dolls played, the trannies danced, and Gawker "photojournalist" Nikola Tamindzic drank his ass off. After the jump, he captures the essence of Presidents Day.
[Nikola's full gallery is available here.]
The Motherfucker team: Georgie Saville, Michael T, Justine D, and Johnny T. Not that different from your average softball team, really.
In their defense, it was some really wicked bud.
Unable to suck her own dick, she settles for the next best thing.
Isn't about time the government made Sharpies a controlled substance?
Don't worry, he's wearing latex gloves.
Beat us to the punch.
On the left is Jessica Pilot, who used to work for Penguin until they realized she was traipsing around Motherfucker.
You paid $30 at the door to see this.
We're not quite sure what's going on here, but we're suspect it involves beads.
Dumped by Richie Rich.
Dumped by Scores.
In these venues, it's not offensive. No, really!
You know what? We've had enough. We can't even caption this shit anymore. You can blame Scary Nipple Man here.
