"Bananas Foster!"
Holy Crap! This is the Lunartic Party. "Bomb Your Brains Loose!"
Bombs dropping, word to your Moms.
Bill the Thrill... Wild Bill... Billy Bad Ass.
Like a bat out of hell.
That's right. Partying like an animal is back in style. Animal hours.
VIP dread heads, Jager men, go go galaxy gals and the Golden Owls.
Sign your RELEASE FORM.
It is the "Dinner on the Dance Floor"!
Disco Dons meeting over meat and potatoes.
A "cup cake shot" from the bartending chef was a specialty exclusive.
Happy Birthday Billy-Bob!!!
Name tags are a necessity. Seven degrees of Separation of Bill Bacon.
No relation to Mister Barron.
A camera loving crowd gathers at Fashionable Behavior. The Big Yellow Chair is in the middle of the
picture. Bob's Louie bottles steals the show.
Meanwhile back at the Launch Pad...
Lunar trembles, then lifts off.
Madness. The Movie.
Scene 1 - Sunshine Yellow - Sundown.
It's SHOWTIME!
More Flares! More Flares!
The pros and cons of more fire power was a question raised by the secret agent in shades.
"Migranes", he claimed were the reason for channeling his inner Diddy.
Never mind David Bowman, his brain waves have changed.
Big City, Bright Lights, Jesus H. Christ!
This town it's finally letting it's hair down.
All hell is breaking loose. Swerving to avoid what's happening. All in the name of filming flashbacks.
Who needs George Clooney, here comes the Boss Casino.
Right. Sheridan's 11 is down to about 3. He knows how Sinatra felt.
The King's speech will be without words, unheard, hysterical horrible screaming thoughts.
Winning again.
Oh what a different feeling.
Thirty seven was a very good year.
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