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Dancing With Myself. Unfortunately Colin was really singing from the heart on this one.
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The front row's attempts to push Big Daddy into a bucket and smuggle his "fumbling-the-lyrics ass" out of the premises ended in vain.
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Girl in front; "Who does this guy think he is? I'd never let him see my boobs either."
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The Fatty, Grant and Colin already pretty drunk at Don Hill's.
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Here the New York Five homeward bound on Sunday evening.
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Big Daddy eats a Dig Daddy.
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Back in tha lizzimo.
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Oh, and mirrored ceilings. You gotta have mirrored ceilings.
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Saturday night we went the Quatro steakhouse where we all prompty fell in love with...
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....a night out on the town! Seth being a pimped-ass high roller, he called in to have a limo chaffeur our asses around all night. Nothing says class like a white-stretch with neon underrunners, baby.
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After a hard day of shopping and further sullying the repuations of Americans in general, we went back to our fancy hotel and got all dressed up for...
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In Montreal, we met up with the three other guys (who drove in from Boston). Seth (the guy next to me), Chef (not pictured because he's being blocked by Fatty's head) and the uber-scary (and therefore edited out of most of the pictures) Ethan (gee, can you figure out which guy is the sociopath in the pic...c'mon, look carefully.).
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Here's the New York Five, coldlamping in front of our pimpin' rented Blazer. From Left: Grant, Dave "Fatty" Fateman, Colin "Big Daddy" Gentle and Frank "Seven Layer" Picarazzi.
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Doug, Colin (as a Hillbilly), me and Dave (who, as he put it, was dressed as "some random punk-rocker type, um, guy or something").
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Thumbs up. That's all, yo.
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Grant and Colin cower like little bitches as they await the next coaster.