It was Saturday night and the locals in the Village were whooping it up celebrating something or another. One individual named "Michael Marijuanaseed" was exceptionaly enthusiastic with his celebrating and passed out. Thats when the real fun began. "Tammy the Trailer Tramp" decided Micheal was in dire need of a new look and proceded to break out her make up kit. She slowly painted his lips ruby red. Michael was really passed out so she then started working him over with blue eyeshadow. topping off the job with some mascara, Michaels new look was met with a riot of approval from the other celebrants as they partied into the night.

Saturday night turned into Sunday morning as I awoke to survey the wreakage in my living room. I was remembering that old saying "never have the party at your house, you have to clean up the mess" Just then I spied ol Michael Marijuanaseed still passed out on the couch. I woke him up and said "Hey Michael, Im going to town to get breakfast. You want to go? Come on,its my treat." Never being one to turn down a free meal,he climbed into my old truck and down Bowen Ranch road we went.

When we arrived at the Waffle Iron , I told him "go grab us a table, I have to make a phone call". When I returned to the cafe', Michael was standing outside and all he said to me was "very funny!" He went and cleaned up and we endured continuous wisecracks from the peanut gallery as we ate our breakfasts. Michael's makeover was the topic of local gossip for the next week there at the ol waffle iron and those rednecks sure did get a kick out of seeing a scroungy ol hippy painted up like a two dollar whore!