Four drinks later and (many hours later) and Grant finds himself locking lips with yet another "beaut." (The only thing funnier than this pic is Grant's reaction when I showed it to him days later...he didn't even remember being at this bar, nevermind the girl.).
Scott almost ended up getting in a fist fight with this guy, but then after the live band that was there played a few songs by The Dead, everyone mellowed out (yeah, maaaaan...play "Box of Rain") and they ended up buying each other shots...
Check out the tan lines and the New England Patriots Superbowl Champions Sweatshirt (Size: XL), even if Russ wasn't about to lick the tattoo of a rose on her tit, this would still be an incredible photo.
Look at that smile, think Russ has had a few? Brave soul that he is, he starts chatting up her friend too. "Why yes, you're legs are smooth." Priceless.
We showed up around 9pm and everyone there had pretty much been drinking all day...so instead of enjoying lovely conversation with new people, we just decided to fuck with the guests that had passed out. Here's Grant posing with our new buddy.
So after we took the first few pictures, we went around the party and started showing them to people just to see what their reactions would be...turns out, most people wanted to also pose with our passed out buddy (Except for the guy's close friends, they didn't want to be in the pictures, they just gave us the guy's email so we could mail him the pics a few days later...which I did).
No stranger to whipping out my own bag, I handed over the camera and teamed up with Grant for this amazing photo. (Look at our faces!!! nd bonus points to me for actually resting my nuts on the guys chair.)
See that girl in the purple tank top? I asked her what kind of beads she was wearing and she told me they were Mardi Gras beads, so I started chanting "Show Yer Tits! Show Yer Tits!" Which she did, but my camera went off too early. Sorry, I got excited! (PS - Look at Kenny lending a "helping hand" in lifting up her shirt)
When Kenny's not working (at his job where he impersonates "Doug" from "King of Queens"), he's busying wooing the beautiful (and tan, did I say tan?) ladies of the Jizzersey Shizzore.
Hey, it's not really a night of jerseyshoredrinking unless somebody tries to kick YOUR FUCKING FAGGOT ASS!!! This guy proudly displays his ripped shirt. (Bonus points to his friend for making that face. Ha!).
Hey Buddy, before you start on your second slice, you might want to finish eating the HUGE CRUMB stuck to your cheek that's left over from your first slice! Hahah.
