Behind the Gaggle

The drama. The tears. The laughter. The snide insults. The inside jokes. Just like "Behind the Music," Behind the Gaggle reveals the dirt, the dish, the gossip and the truth of the Gaggle.

But first, you have to know who they are, and in no particular order,:

Skipper: That's me and I go first because I'm writing this.





HotAss: And yeah, because I'm writing, I get to choose the pictures. Dumb girl.




Tman: Grr. He's a bear.

JonJon: The whitest boy staying up in Urnge Mound and going to church at Kingdom Hall Jehovah's Witness Tabernacle and Theatre of the Lord at the corner of Cleveland and Overton Park.



Bobo and Dusty: Could two people be any more right for each other?

The Pink Lady: Pinches and grins.







The Chef: Damn, that picture just never gets old, does it? One half of The Dynamic Duo.




The Artist: He makes up shit. The other half of the Duo.







Wanda: Just think of him as your crazy but loveable old aunt that would sneak you Valiums under the Thanksgiving table. God love him.







Pistol Pete: He's a smoking angel in a jock strap.







[Insert Nickname Here]: Okay sadly, I haven't been able to come up with an appropriate nickname. There was Sha-nay-nay. But that's too obvious. And I thought about Juanita, too. I mean, after all, doesn't he always want to know if the steak was tender the night Peggy died?




Junior: I swear. He's says he's old enough to drink. And, apparently, he's also old enough to grow hair on his nuts.







And there is also a crew of friends and cast of thousands that join us in our little escapades: Char, Dancing Bear, LG, Shenandoah, Rickster and Lancelot, various and sundry boyfriends, tricks and fuck buddies, honeys, ho's and hags.

I present to you The Gaggle. Go forth and conquer.

Skipper