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Wednesdays' Weirdos: You name it

I love drag queens. The pure ridiculosity of it just makes me happy. I've been to many-a drag queen event, including drag queen brunch at a gay bar in Denver for father's day with my dad, my husband, my brother and his family including his infant daughter. I love my family.
You know what I love about drag queens? You never know WHO they'll fawn over. But its not going to be the baby. Its much more likely to be my middle aged father. Just makes me happy.
You know what's weird though. This Drag Queen

disturbing drag queen

Making shim this weeks' Wednesdays' Weirdo: You name it
Seriously, I don't know what to call this one.

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  1. I don't either, but I'm sure it's in the crapper!! Pun intended
    mja

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  2. Because of shim's facepaint I would call this weirdo...The John Wayne Gacy Drag Queen.

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