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The world lost an amazing man last night.

Most of the world doesn’t have the faintest clue about what’s gone, but those of us who knew Kip King… we can see the hole in the world where Kip used to be.

He was a brilliant actor, teacher, friend, and supporter. I’ve never met anyone like him, and if I ever do again, I’ll be pleasantly shocked as hell. I HOPE I might, but come on… he was one of a kind. The odds are pretty fucking slim I’ll ever meet another Kip King.

Thank you for everything, Kip. And it’s not just me—the world is poorer for your absence.

Capitol Hill on Pride weekend in Seattle…
The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence had their usual awesome presence.

And you never know when you might see a fluffy kitty!

A fluffy kitty attached to the shoulder of a friend you haven’t seen in quite a while!

And another friend you haven’t seen in a while! With fluffy kitty butt in the background!

Being hatless, you head to Value Village for a hat. This hat was the runner-up.

Later that evening, you go to Crescent Lounge for some karaoke.

Y’know, typical Crescent Lounge karaoke.

Then it’s your turn to sing.

This is what happens when a guy tries to take a low-light pic with a no-flash camera phone… and somebody else hits their flash just as he snaps.

1: Buy plane tix to UK.
2: Eat lotsa xtra spicy vindaloo.
3: Find home of BP CEO Tony Hayward; pull down pants; park ass over pool.
4: Wait. Hold as long as possible. Eventually take massive vindaloo dump. Also, fling crap (or urinate) on all pets, lawn furniture, & exterior door knobs (including cars). Any of his family members who happen to be outside at the time also get the treatment.
5: Get GOP to say I shouldn’t pay any cleaning bills at all.

If he dares to complain, GOP congress-douches like Joe Barton, John Cornyn, & Michele Bachmann will tell him HE should be apologizing to ME! Rush Limbaugh will call him a socialist for suggesting I ought to pay some cost for cleaning my shit off his stuff and family.

After I spray my putrid effluvia all over Tony Hayward’s loved ones and prized possessions, I’ll finally know what it’s like to be rich! Sweet!