Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Dear Savannah -

Why you gotta be so purdy the week that I'm moving? Why you gotta have mild temperatures and flowers blooming and pretty everywhere? Why? Do you have any idea how much that sucks? Because it SO does. So stop.

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And I had to share several more reasons why my derby girls are the best derby girls in the world. Sunday, they had a going away party for me complete with PBRs, finger food (including the best spring rolls on the planet) and my very first wedding cake (which, yes, as you can see, is a white trash wedding cake with bunch of little devil cakes decorated with pink and white frosting, sprigs of baby's breath and a giant wedding ring - and, if you can believe it, was even cuter in person - my wife ROCKS)



There were also presents!!!!!

like her - (front)


and if that's not scary enough - here's the back view (and it should be noted that she was, in true derby fashion, aquired by one of my favorite new derby girls, Kitten Kicker, when she traded half of a beer for her)


and them: (from left to right, 3 Barbie Rollergirls and one Tramp Stamp Barbie)


and one of the Rollertramps was even decked out to look like me (and we're practically twins -please note the fake eyelashes, belt around her neck, iPod, my derby name on the shirt and a little Savannah Derby Devils dress)




and the best?

Yep, a doll of my superhot derby wife (please note that she's much less wooden in real life and had better hair):




Now, where else am I going to find a bunch of girls who will not only indulge my weird doll fetish, but celebrate it?

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