Ah yes. Some of the incriminating pictures have finally appeared. The legendary
Sam Johnson and her equally legendary Limo party.
We'd just been caned here, in case you couldn't tell by the lines. We note Sam's fabulous pirate plaster. I am honestly not so much confused and slightly blotto as finding neck movement slightly limited. Thanks, Mr Whiplash.
Now
here.... Here I
am pretty much hammered. As is Johnson. I'm reasonably sure there were Quite A Lot of pictures taken at this point in time. I imagine that the members of
Sam's Diaries are probably seeing a few more, as are the lucky boys from the party, who may well now have this kind of thing as their screensaver on their phones...
Or, perhaps, something from the Girl Sex incident. *ahem* Just how happy is the lucky boy we are making out on? I'll tell you: Extremely. (Said Lucky Boy is also happy to appear in pictures. We did check. Hell, who wouldn't be? ;p)
I particularly like the red laser beam on my face. It adds a certain
Bladerunner feel to it. If, in fact,
Bladerunner were actually a hyper-porno. I also especially like how
Leia-Ann is clutching her champagne glass for dear life, just in case anyone would try to steal it.
There you go. Now those of you glued to the Twitter updates from the party have accompanying visuals. ;) Well. Some.
