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Perez-trivia of the day : The man can down 'shrooms like they're nobody's business. And once 'shroomed, my hair freaks him out.

When I was asked by the fine people of Holland.com with which blogger I wanted to pair up I without batting an eye said "Perez Hilton". I mean, if gurl is going to have a serious 5 days off, notwithstanding posts like this one, then girlfriend will have the queen of all media as her travelmate to the land of hashish, shrooms and legalized prostitution.

Amen to that.

I missed Justin of BlogAds the night before but last night Perez and I hooked up with Mr. "I support the cigarrete ban" Greg of Coolfer, and my East Village neighbor David of Jossip, and we all went on the search for cupcakes, smoothies and anything ganja laced.

Among the various fine establishments we ended up, we wandered into one of the now eight franchises for the oldest drug emporium in Amsterdam, The Bulldog. Shit, how things change. Twenty years ago when I first went there, it was a scrappy hole in the wall in the middle of the red light district to an entertainment conglomerate that involves hotels, t-shirts and energy drinks.

I kid you not.

The best part?

Their hash brownies come with a disclaimer : "Inexperienced marijana [sic] users are advised not to eat the spacecake ... The management accepts no liability whatsoever for loss or damages arising from the consumption of spacecakes.

Greg has the damaging photos somewhere.

I might have to kill him.

I came back by myself because Ms. Thing wanted to party on some more. Well, we're staying at the Lloyd Hotel. To my surprise there was a R&B jam party going on with a group called Zita Swoon.

OMFG!

First off, the three singers where not only sistas but they looked like ... triplets!

Oh lawd have mercy!

The voices, the hotness, the voices, the using everything but the kitchen sink for percussions, the voices, the music ... did I mention their voices?

And serious, they used everything but the kitchen sink for percussions. The show was in the restaurant's lobby area, so I guess it was fitting to have spoons, pots and pans for all that banging. Like Perez would say, "That's hot!"

So la negra here shook her bootilicious body til the wee hours of the morning without having to clobber anyone afterwards for a taxi.

Woo-hoo!

Totally hi on space cakes and "Papa was a rolling stone".

Now that's totally hot!

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