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Oh my!
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Only because her nipples wanted all the attention. (Hahaha. Amy look at the look you're giving me out of only ONE eye. Hahahaha).
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Meredith plays the game where you see how close you can get your tongue to a bowling ball without it touching. If you lose, you really lose.
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Next up was Grant and his bowling ball titties. (Bonus points for Fatty's "smells like shit" face in the background).
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Followed by the Group face-licking. And then the next thing you know...
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Hey, if the birthday boy wants to lick your face there's not really much you can do about it other than smile.
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...a digital camera! Which upon returning to NYC she used to start her very own exciting (yet short-lived...*sniffle*) photoblog.
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Look! I think I can see the Castro from here!
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Me getting tricked into kissing Nina on the tongue.
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Smellsgood Gina and Lawrence.
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Lo enjoys my schweaty face.
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Nick looks on while Sarah and Tiff re-enact a classic photo from the days of yore.
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Ellen admiring my sweet hippie-heart neck tattoo.
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Meredith shows off her hot pink bra while Amy does a little arm tastin.
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Sarah looks cute while Greg does the creepiest impression of a lizard I've ever seen.
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Karen tasting my shirt.
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Meredith and Sarah dishing some double-nipple love.
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Grant might've gotten the ass-shot but he sure didn't get his nostril licked.
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Sarah and a winky man that I do not know.
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There we go. Thanks.
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Sarah, Cat (Too bad you think her shirt's a joke) and Meredith. C'mon lizzadies, you can do better than that.
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Bonus points to Beth for managing to lick my neck and not even have me notice when I was taking this picture.
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Sweet Jesus.
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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.
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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.
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I have no idea why I'm licking this hula hoop.
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Leigh came out from behind the decks to show Karen and I the secret message on her stomach.
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God bless you, Ellen Stagg.
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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.)
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Eva and me. Her hair is redder than my shirt.
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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.
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Oh no, she di'n't!
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Yeah! Yeah! Faux-lesbanism! That's more like it. Happy birthday, Tiff!
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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).