You're Not One of Those First Class Fags...

...but thanks to several glasses of cheap red wine coupled with your old fashioned Valley of the Dolls-circa sleeping pills, you slept a few hours on your way to Geneva. Thankfully your BFF helped you navigate your unconscious gay ass through customs. Now you're on a bus full of sporty fags on your way to the French Alps. Unfortunately the Euro trash has no idea that (212) is in da chambre.

One of your overly friendly ski bunnies just told you to break a leg and you're not so sure if they were kidding? Perhaps they are less of a freind and more of a frienemy? There are lots of big gay personalities on this trip so you've obviously got your work cut out for you. Because, after all, nobody puts Baby in a corner! Especially when Baby's wearing her cute new ski outfit. Anyway...