Okay, question for you: How the fuck did we not get thrown out of the bar??? I'm standing on one of the booths, screaming and doing a David Lee Roth kick while both Martin and Jessica get ready to touch my package. This is at like 10pm on a Wednesday!?! (Also, look over to the left of me...aren't those the same two girls from before making out? It's an hour and a half later and they're still going at it).
Meanwhile, the rest of the gang continues our descent into behavior that will likely result in us never being able to look each other in the eyes again. Check me out full-on cupping J.Lasher's titty while simultaneously bringing Bibbins downtown on a Star Trek Voyage (bravely going where no man has gone before).
Brian's entire new apartment (which is about the same size as the room pictured above). But hey, he does have a waterfront view (and like 200,000 hot girls who live in his fancy new building).
After getting Brian settled in, Mark had to pick up this life-sized painting a friend did of Mark with a giant boner. She says it's called "Virile Poet." I get chills just looking at it. (Actual boner digitally enlarged 2.8x for your enjoyment).
