Someone looks a little too happy to be posing for this photo. And it ain't the white kid.
Right now there's a fire brewing in West Hollywood y'all. And it's on the row.
Yes, that ROW.
I know, I KNOW gurl. Calm down. Take a breath.
See what had happened was sometime around 4 this afternoon, the roof of the East/West lounge sparked a few flames and next thing you know, BAM gurl, that shit won't quit.
I know, I KNOW.
KABC 7 keeps going back to it as if they're amazed that a fire is brewing anywhere but the San Bernardino mountains. And get this, Micky's may be a little damaged.
AAAAAAH!
I just... I just don't...this can't be...oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...not Micky's. That is the spot. Where else am I gonna go to see disinterested obviously straight "dancers" in cargo pants and combat boots [sans shirt of course] showing a little ass for beer money? Or watch as older men ogle and fawn over the one they often refer to as Brent Corrigan?
-Sigh-
Say a little prayer fellas. And make sure your calendars are marked if and when a "Save Micky's" benefit rolls around.
Damn. This shit, just ain't cute.
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