After coming back from visiting his family late on Sunday night, Doug stayed at our place one last night before heading back to Finland! Saying goodbye to Meredith & Maddy.
Awww. Look at her little bologna tongue! I was saying goodbye to Maddy because I had to attend an off-site for Yodle up in West Chester super-early the next morning. Ellen invited me to crash at her place because she lives right near there! Yay!
Hahaha. Oh man, this photo makes me laugh out loud. Two years have passed since I took this pic. Lisa and Pauly broke up almost a year ago! Pauly moved back to Canada last week and we never see Lisa anymore. Good times, you guys. Miss you!)
OMFG. I'm writing this entry after a totally crummy day at work and this photo just instantly made me able to forget my bad day. Hahah. Check out LURKER totally getting his half-hearted party on with the ladies.
A couple minutes later we're up six people (seven if you count THE LURKER in the corner). Check out Jenny Penny popping out a, uhhh, valentine for Marisa. (And is that Paul Hanley in the hoodie?)
If you're out late on a Wednesday night with two married guys who have kids and don't go out that much anymore, there's probably a good chance that you're all going to agree that a couple of neat whiskeys are a good idea.
The other two photos were equally amazing. The second one was of a baby cheetah licking her nose! Oh, you think I'm kidding about the fact that this baby cheetah is actually licking her nose? Well, how about we zoom in a bit!
Meredith stuck her tongue out to do an impression of Piper and right when I snapped the picture, Piper (who is a notorious face-licker) saw Meredith's tongue sticking out and WENT FOR IT! Hahaha. I love this photo soooo much.
On Wednesday night, I went over to Leigh's and she showed off the Tofurky that she'd just purchased (in preparation for her forthcoming Thanksgiving party)...
Right afterwards, we made a run to McDonalds to get some food. On the walk over, Greg found a pair of women's high-heeled boots on the street and traded his shoes for them. Here he is laughing hysterically showing his new shoes to the (very confused) late shift workers behind the counter.
There was something really sad about the fact that Vince Neil's big comeback show was sponsored by Endurance RX. The "Daily Sex Performance Booster" for men that's devilvered in a tasty chocolate chew. (Which according to their website "Makes muscle contractions more forceful by promoting release from the nerve at the neuromuscular junction." Ew.) This picture was taken around 10:30 and Vince still hadn't even arrived at the venue. We went and spoke to the organizers and they told us he was running a few hours late. Hours? They told us to try coming back a little after midnight. So to kill time we went to a nearby dinner and had coffee and pie and ice cream.
After hours of dirty dancing inside, we arrived to find Counter
and Dennis getting
ready to take things to what they referred to as "the next
level." (Bonus points to Dennis for making the best
"I'm Uncomfortable with Your Homosexual Joking" Face ever.)
With the exception of an upcoming photo where Sarah is pouring an entire beer out on her own head, this is my favorite picture of her. Talking, smoking, drinking, DJing, pimping.
So right around this point (5:30am) my camera died, here's a recap of the rest of our night: We got into Ramses car and he drove us (s l o w l y) to Alexandra's apartment. On the way there, Scott fell asleep in the front seat - when we got to Alexandra's, (it's totally daylight now and she lives in a tiny little apt/house in this weird neighboorhood of identical houses and there are roosters crowing) she and I got out of the car and Ramses started to drive away with Scott. I was like "Whoa! Where is he taking him? Aren't we staying here? " Alexandra was like "You are. He's going back to Ramses; place." I was like "Oh, no, no. We're a package deal." I chased down Ramses and hopped back into his (moving) car, and told him Scott was coming with me. He got pissed and he and Alexandra started speaking heatedly in Papiamentu (the local language is a pidgin mix of Spanish, Dutch, French and English).
Frank was telling stories about how when he was heavier back in college he used to be able to lick his own tit. It only took a tiny bit of prompting before Seven Layer busted out ye old titty to see if he still had "it" in him (he came up about five inches shy. Drat!).
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.
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.
So about an hour before midnight, the house's heater stopped working...and considering it was about 8 degrees outside the temperature in the house immediately began to plummet. As Jack (yep, the one with the plaid ass) opened the trapdoor into the basement (Evil Dead Style, yo) we all began to take, um, advantage of his situation.
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