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Schweaty!
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I ran into Mandy.
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Before I'd even gotten a chance to put my point on the dancefloor and prove it, Leigh hand-delivered a fistfulla scotch.
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Me getting ready to put my boobies on Sarah.
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Crazy Amber in the house! Wooo!
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Me and Lawrence.
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....THIS! Ten minutes of Photoshop magic later, I'd successfully hidden Sarah's identity with a strategically placed "extra can" of Sparks in Karen's hand. Hahahah. While impressed with my skizzills (I mean, you have to admit, it is pretty good), she told me she'd still prefer to run the other one.
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...Karen's 23rd birthday! Wooo! I brought her a six-pack of Sparks to help instigate some birthday trouble (more on that later...hehehe). The day after the party, I took all my pics and posted them into a "sneak peek" gallery for Karen (because she assumed, correctly I might add, that it would be "like six months" before I finally got around to posting them here).

Anyway, somehow a photo editor at Rolling Stone saw this pic and wanted to use it for a blurb about Sparks in an upcoming "What's Hot" issue. I was stoked. A day later, she realized that Sarah is an editor at Spin and apparently didn't want to prominently feature and editor from a competitive magazine doing something "hot." She went back through my pics and found another photo of people drinking Sparks that Sarah wasn't in and asked if she could use that instead. "Well, Sarah's not in that photo, but the problem is: I'm not either." (And hey, I wanted to be doing something "hot" in Rolling Stone, ok?) So I asked her, "What if I can figure out a way to hide Sarah?" She was like "I don't even know what you're talking about." That is, until I sent her...
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Turns out I had to let him kiss me (but hey he didn't saying anything about me having to kiss him back! Yay, loopholes). So I stood totally frozen with my mouth (and eyes, apparently) wide-open while he frenched me. Hahaha. I look shell-shocked.
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I'm shocked ladies. Really. Just shocked.
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I didn't have a real bowtie (or a real dress shirt, if we're being honest) so I went with an old prom stand-by and just drew a bow tie on a t-shirt with marker. From a few feet away, it almost looked real!
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Me and Sarah.
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Amber (this time just looking like hot-ass normal self) and me.
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See? (Well, ok - I said almost).
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Geordon (looking like a fucking SmoothTwinks centerfold) and me.
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Remember how Fatty and I played frisbee in the park on Sunday? Well, we ended up befriending two Italians that were visiting from Milan. They'd been in town for a few weeks, but were staying in Astoria and told us that they'd been disappointed with the NYC nightlife they'd seen. I gave them my cell number and assured them I'd take them out and show them a good time. So on Monday night we met up and I took them on the rounds. We started off with a few drinks at the Fish.
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Geordon playing grab-ass.
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Sarah was looking so juggalicious I just couldn't help myself. DISCLAIMER: For the benefith of certain potential readers (Umm, namely Sarah's overprotective brother) I'd like to point out that my mouth isn't actually on Sarah's boobies - it's just an optical illusion - honest!
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See? All part of that "master plan" I've been talking about.
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No use crying over spilled beer. Especially when it can be fixed with a smooch.
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Despite probably being the oldest people there by, say, oh, I don't know...eight years, we still managed to outlast all those little fuckers.
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Saturday night I met up with Vin and Mandy and after hanging out in Lit's sketch basement, we decided to head over and check out Misshapes.
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Eva and me. Her hair is redder than my shirt.
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(A Camel-faced looking) Me and Geordan.
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Lesbians are as magical as unicorns because if you're a straight boy you're totally allowed to play with their titties and it's A-OK.
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Me and Lauren Flax (who you may remember as the girl responsible for introducing me to the much beloved Tara)