This is the very last photo of me at my own birthday party! Right after this photo was taken, I made the mistake of having ANOTHER drink and smoking MORE pot and the room started spinning 'round like the blades of a helicopter. Instead of making a big deal about how sick I was feeling, I just grabbed Meredith and quietly told her "I'm gonna go take a couple of laps" and sneaked out of the party to wander the manicured gardens of Stuytown until I felt better.
Oh Hai! I can grope titties? (I love how Gurj has her hands up in the air all like "Yes, he's touching my boobs, but this is a totally one-sided thing!")
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).
...the next photo reveals that she was just actually winding up to spank me! Hahaha. Just as I'd managed to convince the crowd that the stripping part of the show was over...
Quicly became a duet. Er, sort of. This girl didn't sing with me, however, she did lay writing on the stage while I sang and did all sorts of crazy floor dancing. It significantly enhanced my performance.
Hahaha. Buddy's photographer friend emailed me this pic a few days later. Check me out rocking with a can of beer. I look like a Pabst's commercial. After karaoke I headed over to Lit to see what was shaking.
My disco finger brings all the girls to my yard. I could teach you but I've have to charge. (By the way, if I die anytime soon, make sure this pic finds its way into the casket collage, mmmkay?)
Here's a pic of me trying to put my face in between Sarah's bizzoobies and nuzzle them in time to the music. Needless to say, she resisted. Shortly after this pic, we wrapped up the dance party and headed back downtown to the Hole to try to catch last call (at this point it was 8:30am for Charlene, who was still on London time, so she and Grant headed home).
Yeah, that's right - B.Bat's gots moves and he's not afraid to put his point on tha floor and prove it (or at least prove it all the way on the other side of the basement away from the dancefloor and where nobody is).
I decided to sing "Faith" by George Michael. This is me striking my very authentic George Michael Stance. (P.S. - check out my little bum. You could fit that shit in a teacup.)
...only because this photo is the greatest. Look at who's large and in charge at the back of the caboose. Frances in the muthafucking hizzouse, you know what I'm sayin?