We returned from a swim to find we'd gotten a new neighbor, who from our vantage point, seemed to be completely naked. Leigh tiptoed in for a closer look.
Meredith took this totally embarrassing photo of me because she says I sleep like a "naked synchronized swimmer" and after years of posting totally embarrassing photos of pretty much everyone I know, I figure it's only fair that I occasionally get a taste of my own medicine. (And, also because it presented me with an opportunity to create a new photo-tag called "man ass."). Happy June 2007!
...all sorts of indignities from our opposing team. Here's me showing off my sweet ass (for the second time in the same entry! That's gotta be a new record!).
Then I REALLY showed that ass...to the, um, audience. Sorry about that, everyone. (FYI: This entire little dance number I'm doing was choreographed to Stacey Q's 2 of Hearts).
...WHAMMO! Say hello to my leeeeetle friends! Hahahaha. You should've heard the screaming and shreiking that happened. Oh Em Gee! This picture is censored becuase, as funny as it is, you DEFINITELY do not want to see the back of my just-got-out-of-a-hot-shower hangy bag . Trust me! Ewwwwwww, indeed.
After a few minutes of polite catch up, Evan turned back around to chat with friends and we spend the next five minutes trying to take the perfect "I'm not really touching your ass but it looks like I am" photo. Here's Scott in the (not very good) winning shot.
At this point in the night, Siege felt like an old friend - not only could he help clear a circle in a crowd of people with his perviness, we also found we shared equal loves for both taking dirty pictures of girls (his are way better than mine), having our buttocks cupped by women we don't know all that well and...
This was awesome - Grant was all kneeling behing Matting making faces at him and right as I was about to take the pic, Matt realized what was going on and thrust his ass back and Grant. Hahaha.
...and then the next thing I know, out of the blue, she's giving my bum the old double-handed grab. (I mean, check out her expression, she's making the "ooooooh" face and everything. Bonus points to Grant for catching this shit with the cam).
Okay, in fairness to Tim I'm including this picture of his ass-stitches. Earlier in the week, he'd had a cyst removed from his tailbone and he was popping Vicadin prescribed to him for the pain. Vicadin and 15 drinks = Vomit. (by the way, look at those ghetto-ass stitches. It looks like a mis-laced sneaker for fuck's sake. Ew.
The worst thing about the Cake parties is that guys that are there are mostly dressed like this. For Christ's sake, he could at least have the decency to put on some chaps or something.
...which gives way to this dude who was in town on business from SC to try to kick it to all the girls we were there with. Check out his giant, Docker's-clad ass. Schweet, doood. Schweet.
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.
Here's a little variation on the theme...instead of going right for the make-out, Sam weaves his penis through the fence slats so he can share his "joy" with the people hanging out at a party in the yard next door.
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