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What was I going to tell you about? Hmm, let see … Oh yes I remember now. My supposed friend Mr. Fab AKA The Fab, AKA the guy who writes those crazy stories on Pointless Drivel has done me wrong!
On Sunday night three of us attended the first ever Blog Emmy awards, then we went to several after parties. God that was fun! Now The Fab is posting pictures of me and my stalker friend Shelli on his site! We didn’t give him permission to do that. He’s babbling away about drunken red heads and how we can’t hold our booze. What’s worse, he’s saying the picture he posted is of me passed out drunk. I was just resting! Hey, we partied until 6 in the morning, a girls gotta rest her head at some point. Plus the photo that he put up of Shelli isn’t even the right Shelli, that was another girl with the same name - confuse easy Fab? - who was embarassingly drunk.
Well, when the going gets tough this Redhead TAKES REVENGE! Muhahahaha!
Fab got dressed up for the Awards Ceremony, and I mean dressed up. Here he is in his kilt, already hitting the beer. Would ya look at those legs!
Fab disappeared near the end of the Awards ceremony. One of the other award winners or nominees found him in the washroom. Uh Mr. Fab what were you saying about redheads not being able to hold their liquor?
We got him standing and he drank some water. Unfortunately he threw up the water and all the liquor he was holding in the sink! How embarassing for him. Luckily he had a change of clothes and he sobered up enough to change. We went out for burgers and got some coffee into the fab and he was ready to go to the after parties.
Unfortunately he didn’t stay sober for long:
He spilled beer all over his shirt, so Shelli and I helped him remove it. He was wearing a black T-shirt underneath. Shelli and I left Mr. Fab in the care of a few of the nominees - you know who you are - and went off to talk with all the other partiers and oh we danced so much! Time just flew.
When we got back to our table we discovered that someone had done this to poor passed out Mr. Fab:
Honest Fab we didn’t do it! Now, everyone knows that this is the real reason why Mr. Fab shaved off his beard and his new hair growth the other day. It wasn’t because he looked scruffy or anything, he was actually looking quite handsome in a rough and dangerous kind of way. No, he shaved off the beard and hair because of the trick that the other nominees and I think one award winner played on him. As I said earlier- you know who you are, Mr. Fab is looking for ya and when he figures out who did this too him look out!
I actually think that this was the reason why he had such a bad experience in his doctors waiting room on Monday. He was so hung over that he slept in and didn’t have time to get rid of the embarassing face on top of his head before going to the doctors. No wonder that post was so full of venom!
Being the good people that we are, Shelli and I escorted Mr. Fab home. We met Mrs. Fab and she’s just a doll. Fab is so lucky to have her, especially showing up at the door in the condition he was in that night er I should say morning.
Mrs. Fab got Mr. Fab changed while Shelli and I had some of her delicious coffee. Oh I needed that, it was so good. Unfortunately Mr. Fab refused to go to bed. Instead he lay on the floor like this:
As far as we know he stayed that way until just before his doctors appointment on Monday.
I had felt sorry for him until I saw what he posted yesterday about Shelli and I partying it up on his site. I have more pictures, even more embarassing ones. Say sorry or I’ll post them.






























I don’t deny any of it. I am glad you posted thise pictures. Those were good times.
You know the best part of all that throwing up? Look at the progression of pictures. By the end of the night, wheh I was at home lying on the floor with my head in a waste basket (it’s a Zen thing, thank you very much) I had lost a lot of weight.
At least I wasn’t playing tonsil hockey with a seat filler like you were at one point, or humping the jukebox like Shelli was.
Next time it’s ginger ale for you gals.