2012_05_04
The den mother from the bay came down for a little pre-Cinco de Mayo cheer and intoxication. You just don’t get as drunk without Lady Bear at Cub Scout, it’s like she’s passing belligerence through osmosis – though your actions are all on you boo.
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2012_03_02
Beers + booze, cubs + cocktails.
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2012_02_03
The happiest of anniversaries to the gentle-furrs of Critter Control on their monthly first Friday campout at the Eagle.
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2011_12_02
Cub Scout brought back the holiday photo booth and recruited their naughtiest elf Fade-Dra as “Tranny Claws”. One by one they came up and told the jolly tranny what they wanted for Christmas, while drinking heavily and partying it up. Its like childhood all over again. No better way to start the holidays.
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2011_11_04
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2011_10_07
It was Stephan Horbelt’s birthday so, he got a deserved spanking from Principal Bob along with sidekick Blake Jacobs. Chris Bowen hid behind his mask. Drag queens, fishnets, beards, flannel, and the one night a month you’ll find people dancing at the Eagle.
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2011_09_02
From door to dance floor, lined with a slew of topless wildlife uncontrollably rump-shaking to the disco and house tunes spewing from Chris Bowen, DJ Nark, Victor Rodriguez, and Jeremy. I drank plenty of whiskey with Phyliss Navidad and bent over backwards to photograph Lady Bear, but I didn’t see any birthday spankings for the man of the hour Mr. Rodriguez. Give ‘em a slap next time he’s out okay? – Kevin
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2011_08_14
August’s installment of the dancing cookie party happened to coincide with the celebration of adorable bar hand Mike’s birthday. Being the first time I’ve seen him not at the Eagle, and later in the evening with some actual clothing on it was special occasion for me as well.
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2011_08_05
Well it was a night dedicated to DJ Medina and even with the absence of Lady Bear and all other Woodland creatures up at Lazy Bear the place was slam packed with beards and flannel moving to the discoesque beats of the night.
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