Recovery and Complications

To all my adoring fans, your cards and flowers have been so appreciated during my difficult recovery. I'm home now and so I thought I'd take a moment to update you on my condition.

While it's true that my breasts have now been reduced, the surgery was not without complications. Due to an unfortunate slip of the knife, I have been left with only a single nipple.

Luckily the scar tissue feels very similar in the dark.

It also appears I won't ever be able to breast feed again. The boys backstage at future appearances will be so disappointed. I'm sure I'll find something for them to suckle. Not like I was ever going to work as a wetnurse or something.

The final complication was somewhat more serious, and may require a future surgery. Due to the time required to reduce my dearly departed monster knockers, the surgery spanned the lunch hour.

Having spread a picnic out above me for thier meal, the hospital staff carelessly mistook my gaping wound for the trash can.

I'll have to sue, of course, but I hope I don't need to take the witness stand. "I may have a trashy inside," I'll say "and I might look trashy on the outside, but I'm not all trash!"

Thank you again for the well wishes for a speedy recovery. Pinkie's breasts may be smaller now, but her heart is as big as ever! Kisses.

Pinkie Goes Under the Knife

It's not what you think! MAC makeup and not plastic surgery is my usual route to a beautiful me. How could you even think I'd let someone fool with my amazing bone structure. Never. No, unfortunately, the situation is much much more serious. Pinkie is in dire need of a Reduction Mammaplasty.

Oh, sure, it was fun when I was 9 years old and had a chest that Dolly Parton would envy. I fondly remember the surprised faces of all those young boys that dared venture up my blouse. Around my 14th birthday however, I began to realize the awesome power of my hooters when Timmy Wilson was suffocated. You see, I had been drinking heavily that morning and passed out on poor Timmy while he explored my mountainous front side. Since then I've had to be careful that my breasts didn't kill again. But that was just the beginning.

After years of popping pain pills to ease my worsening back problems, my doctor has insisted that I check in for a breast reduction. The whole notion just makes me sick.

What am I going to do if they take away my pain pills!

I've been assured it's perfectly safe and that the removal of 8 to 10 pounds per breast will still leave me with ample milk wagons. While today's Pinkie would never consider such horrors, the day may come when she has a litter to feed.

So thank you in advance for all the well wishes. I'll be sure to let you know how it goes. Kisses.

Backstage at the Miss Beaver Creek Pagent

I feel compelled to set the record straight about the events of April 30th, 2005 - the night of the Miss Beaver Creek Gray Water Trailer Park Princess Pagent. So much rumor has surrounded the night that I feel I must come clean. First off, I was not, as many mistakenly believe, disqualified from the pagent. I was simply retroactively striped of all my remaining Princess Points for what has been termed "unladylike conduct". I honestly hadn't expected to end the night with any Princess Points in my bank anyway, so I'm frankly not surprised.

That night I had enlisted a cute boy to assist with holding back the curtain to the green room. During the course of the event, we struck up a conversation where he claimed he was asexual. Well, Pinkie took this as a personal challenge! I invited him to explore my neather regions in the back room. He accepted my offer, and we headed behind the counter in the back of the room.

Moments later he was on his back under my evening gown working his way through my many layers.

It was at that moment that Daphne Jenkins entered the room. Seeing the unusual look on my face, she came directly over to me probably thinking that I had become stuck in my heels again. She's such a helpful bitch. Upon seeing the boy's legs sticking out from my dress, she screamed which immediately tiped off Momma who was fixing her hair nearby. Momma realized right away what was going on and told me to get the boy out of there, which of course I did.

After the pagent had ended, and I had received my 2nd Runner Up trophy, Miss Alexandria was told of the indiscretion. I was immediately charged with Attempted Blowjob, which might not have required an adjustment to the final score. However, she saw fit to tack on the lesser included charge of Intent to Distribute Blowjob which spelled my demise.

With the loss of all my Princess Points, I was moved into the 3rd Runner Up position, less formally known as Last Place. So now you know the whole truth. No blowjob had occured and I was not disqualified. Thinking back, I should have simply coughed when Daphne saw me, and that boy would have disappeared up my love canal never to be found. I'm certain I could have slipped out the back door to expel him into the yard and none of you bitches would be the wiser. Kisses.

Pinkie's First Post

Hello World! I said HEY bitches!

Can you hear my now? Good, well settle in for a story kiddies, cause Miss Pinkie is in the house, and does she have some dirt to get off her busty bosom. The masses have been demanding regular Pinkie updates, and so I've started this site to keep the paparazzi off my tail. Lord knows I don't wanna end up like Princess Di, and so to feed your vicious appetite for All Things Pinkie, I thought I'd just spill my guts here.

I'll try to write regularly, but with such a busy social life, I ain't makin no promises.

If you feel so inclined, write your own damn comments using the links below each post. I'm too busy squeezing into gowns to read them, but knock yourself out if you must. Kisses.