Mickey Avalon's immortal genital-rap classic "My Dick" was bound to get a spoof, but nothing else about the above clip was inevitable.

It's fresh, racy, funny, smelly, and pink on both sides and brown in the middle.

It's "My Ass" by P-Flo -- namely Pickles (a/k/a writer/producer Michael Wakefield) and Flotilla -- who are the new proctological version of Peaches and Herb.

Sample lyrics:

They're all onstage at the Times Square Snapple Center (1627 Broadway, at 50th Street), every Friday and Saturday at 11 p.m.

And they're men! Even Michael!

Icons is the D'Angora Entertainment-produced drag show that was a hit in Provincetown and has now sashayed to the heart of NYC's tourist center for some high-octane fun.

Well, Divine wasn't exactly about understatement, so here's some more!

Director JOHN WATERS:

"Before he was Divine, he was a normal drag queen for about five minutes. He dressed as Elizabeth Taylor. Idolized Elizabeth Taylor. And went out on dates with his girlfriend named Diane dressed as Elizabeth Taylor. Which is really odd when she lived with her parents. 'Diane, your date's here!' and it's Glenn Milstead dressed as Elizabeth Taylor."

You should ALWAYS make an effort to hold your hands up because that makes the blood drain down like an internal waterfall and the hands suddenly look a tiny bit smaller and more ladylike.

It works!

This tip is from a friend of mine who went through the entire '90s with her hands up and completely passed!

Anne T. Venom.

Bobbie Pinzs.

Wanda Lust.

Vin D. Cation.

Rocky Mountains.

And, of course, the sexy Juan Knightstand.

But mainly I spent the night gawking at the new emperor and empress, Vanity Society and Pepperica Swirl in all their fancy finery.

See, virtually the entire drag community (and myself) was recently assembled at Lips restaurant for a Project Achieve event promoting the search for an HIV vaccine.

That was pretty dramatic in itself -- but not as much so as the ill vibes going on between some of the drag queens who flash a lacquered smile while wishing they could rip each other's fake tits off.

Hedda writes in her blog about her fuming thoughts on the various gals:

About one:

"Four years ago, she referred to me as the boil on the butt of the gay community. Personally, I think she resembles the butt more every day."

Ouch. Waa. Mommy!

Glamour queen Epiphany is a popular performer/hostess who tells it like it is--and she has a great voice too.

I recently cornered her at a bar for some nocturnal chat worth repeating.

Me: "Hi, Epiphany. What--and whom--do you hate about the NYC drag scene? (Remember, we only have an hour.)"

It was bingo night, and a cantankerous young lady was refusing to get on line to buy a bingo card like everybody else.

"Get on line, you cunt!" advised Vodka into the mic, feeling the direct approach might work.

Ms. Dubois (who's also gone by the monicker Madonna Manson) most notably lipsynchs a version of "Get Here" with raunchy-assed lyrics that are crude yet amusing. (Check out the YouTube video from last year, though I should warn you that the the camerawork is wobblier than an old queen's dentures).

via Dlisted.com

Are they dolled up enough to merit the headline "Two Drag Queens Crossing The Road"?

And if so, which one is the bigger drag queen?

And the younger looking one?