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Later that night I met up with Mike Doyle (the guy responsible for 100% of the fun I had when I lived in San Franciso - AND the guy responsible for me going to Korea and Japan!) and then he got on the horn and got ahold of...
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Remember how earlier on I mentioned that Corey Feldman had moved into the apartment 3D, just a few doors down us? I totally wasn't kidding! Sarah made friends with him in the hallway and he totally invited our apartment to attend his upcoming birthday party.
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Scott, Emily and me. Aw, yeah - Roxbury High School!
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Hahah.
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And ran into Tom Donohue!
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Les Breastfeeders? Goddamn you, French Canadians.
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It winked at me!
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I think it might have been Jenny's birthday, but I'm not sure. Happy (maybe) birthday, Jenny!
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The guy in the black leather jacket was pretty much the drunkest ambulatory person I've ever seen in my life. All throughout the show he wove his way in and out of the audience, jumping around, spilling drinks and either routing for or heckling the band. (He was so drunk it wasn't clear what he was yelling. Just that he was very enthusiastic about whatever it was he was yelling.)
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I ran into fellow karaoke over-enthusiast Jamie Kirkpatrick who I immediate photo-chastised for drinking a fucking Original Sin cider...wtf???
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Who looks like a little Mexican bee? Tinny does!
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And then Thursday night was troublemaker Sarah's bday party.
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Drool spot! Hahaha.
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Yes, fine. You're number one (for now).
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This photo translated into English mean "You there with the camera! It is your turn to jump high."
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Yep, that about sums it up.
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Disco Belly and Grover and HEY! LOOK! Another Hula Zombie! Yay!
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Creepy Michael Jackson pumpkin at Chelsea Market.
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On Friday after work, I drove from Menlo Park to Google's World HQ in nearby Mountain View to pick the Emster up. "Look! It's you!"
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Here's me in the pre-game using the international sign language for "YOU are GOING DOWN!" (As in "You are going to lose this game." Not the other "YOU are GOING DOWN!" There's a whole different set of gestures for that one. Be careful not to confuse the two or you could end up playing the strangest game of Scrabble in your life...or uh, becoming really good friends with a deaf person. It could go either way.)
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...Chilly out, yo.
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Later that night I hung out with Doug. We walked around town and somehow managed to end up at White Castle where Doug reminded me to...
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...but baby-girl's got a caboose like nothing you've ever seen so we all let it slide.
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I hadn't seen this guy since he broke stuff on the street back on Halloween of 2002! We shot the shit and caught up for a while...
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Later that afternoon the ladies took me to Red Bamboo for some vegetarian soul food. (Most likely, because unbeknownst to me, I was being taken to a steakhouse for my birthday dinner and this gave the two vegetarians a chance to fill up!).
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...ON HIS FACE! Hahahahah. Holy shit. You might think you've seen a dude freak out before - but you've never seen anything like this. Keep in mind, this guy was getting huffy because he didn't want his HAND stamped. When he got all aggro and leaned in towards Pete, Pete stamped him with the quickness. The bouncer had to be called over, Sarah and the French guy went outside so he could cool down and Pete was promptly removed from his stamping post. Hahah.
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After Audrey was done, Grant and Susan were shocked to see...
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Grant, Cat and Fatty (looking like a cola ad from the 80s).
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And here's the re-enactment of Karen's birthday complete with Susan playing a traumatized onlooker. Let's get a closer look at this pic, shall we?
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...his balls for a change! Hahahah. Here's the co-operative happy version.
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Oh my god. Sofa King funny. This pic actually gives the original a run for its money.
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...a fucking mezuzah on the doorjamb!
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Grant, the Fatty and me. We made it up to Sarah's rooftop just in time to catch the start of...
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...and the ones in the kitchen too. Yep, stripes.
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...where Grant made sure they both got a chance to see his bad-ass paint job. Here's Martin admiring the stripes in Grant's bedroom...
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Meanwhile, back on the other side of the bar, Karen and I found found Brother Lawrence making out with Bridgette! Uh-oh! Right around this time, I asked Karen if she wanted to take "a birthday photo with my balls" (because, as you may have surmised by reading this site, I'm just that kind of guy). Not only did Karen accept, she raised the ante and agreed to take what is probably the steepest ball photo on my site...
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Grant flirting with my future wife, Natalie (psst...Natalie, I want to make babies with you. If you're not interested in that maybe we could just practice making them. Email if you ever see this.) Bonus points to Jim for continuing to make the "get of load of this fugging guy" face. Hahaha.
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Lori Craven even managed to sneak away from her two babies and came up from Souther Jersey to see the show!
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"Yeah, Candy. Her, right there. She's the one I'm taking home. Mark my words."
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This guy was awesome. He saw me taking pictures and was like "That's a neat camera, can I see it?" I figured he just wanted to look at it, but as soon as I handed it over, he took this picture of himself, handed it back to me and walked away without a word. So fucking funny. (No, you're the man now, dawg.)
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Liz took a nap in Seth and Erinne's room and when we went in there to wake her up, look what we found!
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Normally, I'd edit these down - but that blonde girl made so many awesome faces it just wouldn't fair to not show you all of them.
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It was awesome. He was totally surprised. The best part was with each turn of his head he'd spot another group of friends that were there and was more surprised with each new realization.
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Me and Amber doing our best Saturday Night Fever.
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This guy liked the fact that we were taking pictures of him so much that he actually interrupted his song to...
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Check out Grant running interference like he's interested in what this girl's filming...
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...touching a stranger's dingus.
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Frank and one of his buddies who showed up and killed on the saxophone.
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It's not even midnight and already Jen and Beth are acting up.
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Hahaha.
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Right in the middle of her song, she ripped open her shirt to reveal Apocalypstik stickers covering her titties. Amazing.
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A few minutes later, another guy showed up!
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I tried to capture Emily's custom-made rhinestone beltbuckle that says "EMILY" in sparkling capital letters, but it didn't really come out so well...so um, just use your imagination.
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Ladies, you know him, you love him...and if you live in NYC, he's probably gotten drunk and tried to play grab-ass with you - it's Greg the Boyfriend! (Yo, besides Sarah's blog, Greg is the only other person I know whose website I actually read. If you haven't been there, go now.)
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Here's Vin getting ready to light what he's betting me $20 will be his "last cigarette...EVER!" (Update: He managed to make it for six days before he had to hand over a Mr. Jackson.)
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Frank Picarazzi on the mic kicking the night off.
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"You're a jew!"
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Corrie and Dan Cassanova.
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What about *discowink* now?
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During brunch, we pretty much had Grant convinced that the "Jackaloupe" head (half jack rabbit, half anteloupe) mounted on the wall was real. So great (but not nearly as great as his Trogdor the Burninator shirt. Awww, yeah).
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Meanwhile, across the dancefloor, I was about to take Dani to a little place I like to call Jersey Boogie School.
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If you look closely, you can just barely see Grant peeking out between me and Fatty.
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It's a good thing that none of us picked up that young honey. As the sign to the ancient palace states: No sluts! No rocking out! (Boooooo!)
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...quickly digressed into another Sears' Catalog-inspired photo shoot. "Look! Over there!" "No! Look over there!"
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Grant "Wally Weirdnuts" Stoddard!
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And then, always a big hit with the ladies, there's the incredible "Show Us Yer PISS FLAPS" SOUVENIR FROM GREECE button. Seriously, if you're having a difficult time meeting people at parties, you need to get yourself one of these buttons. It's a no-fail conversation starter!

We actually purchased all three of these buttons in hopes that the person who woke up one morning and thought to themselves, "Hey! Wouldn't THAT make a GREAT souvenir button?" has since become a rich man.
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Then it was back to more sightseeing. Clark: "Look kids! Big Ben!"
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Chris and Grant posing in front of "the Orchard" sign. (They met back in 1999 when they both worked at The Orchard record label).
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Eighteen and life, YOU'VE got it.
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So to be honest with you, I don't really even know how this started. There was something about this girl's bum that Grant and I thought was great. So we started taking sneaky pictures of it.
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We rode out there big pimpin' style in Big Daddy's Ford Focus SVT (Which is party of Ford's SEVERELY LIMITED EDITION of 40,000). Hahaha.
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Shortly after Grant tried to brain me - I woke up and we threw around the frisbee. That is until a "mysterious little gust of wind" caused the frisbee to dip right as Grant was about to catch it and it whacked him in the forehead. A "mysterious little gust of wind" that I call PUNISHMENT FROM GOD! Hehehe.
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Take it from Grizzle, not many things'll make you mist up quicker than a masterfully executed Human League duet.
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After your done checking out those sweet juh-juh-juggz, make sure to check out Matt's mouth doing an impression of a wet asshole. Hahaha. Ew.
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We even had enough time to grab a calzone at the pizza parlor around the corner from the theater. "No Fatty, you're the man now, dawg." (As much as I'd like to solely credit our win to Fatty's superb driving, Frank's inability to operate a motor vehicle and his lack of understanding of even the most basic of traffic rules probably didn't hurt our team either).
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I was trying to take a video of us rocking out but took a picture instead and managed to capture us in the midst of some pretty serious MetalFaces (check out Fatty pretending to play kit in the background with his DrummerFAce in full effect. Hahaha).
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...special guest star (via the magic of Photoshop)...[drumroll please]
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With summer on it's way out Grant, Emily, Fatty and myself decided to ignore the day's forcast for rain and head back to Ft. Tilden for a little deserted beach action. (By the way - take a moment to appreciate just how great the picture above is).
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Jess' good friend Guilles (sp?), who I hadn't seen in over four years!
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After pizza (and after I was done hysterically laughing and pointing), we went over to Stingy Lulu's to meet up with Tara. After I noticed she was showing a little nipple...
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After a few minutes of me sitting next to Vin, Marco notices that we're both wearing the same shirt (albeit, in different colors) and starts totally giving us shit. (Keep this in mind for later...)
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No, no, no...you're the man now, dog.
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Burger King. New Jersey Turnpike Rest Stop. 2:27am. Arguing over who should have to eat *burp* the last cheeseburger.
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When Emma got up to head home, she left a pile of "hair ash" behind.
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Me, Grant and my roommie, Victoria.
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If you look carefully at Grant's cheeks, you'll see the joke facial hair he grew special for night. (Yeah, it's a little patchy, I know. But if you squint a bit it looks filled in).
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Much like Emma was driven to tears at the last karaoke outing, Michael caused a few tears to be shed that night, yes he did.
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"Houston...we have mullet."
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Later in the evening this started getting out of hand. Grant finally managed to get Timmy back (er, sort of).
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...and we finally managed to blend in at The Hole. "Haaaaaay!"
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If I remember correctly, the girl in the red dress bent over and we got a peek at her, um, er, his, um...well, you know.
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Grant gives up some love for Mary who did a great version of some ELO song I'd never heard.
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Later on in the evening, Grant identified the major difference between Scott and Dave.
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Priscilla gives props to Chris' ridiculous gazongas.
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Tara's the only girl I've ever met who has Holly Hobby lingerie. Aye Carumba!
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Jen Crowe and Bibbins.
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Jeeeeeesus.
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Me and Jo Jo on tha go go. Yo, you gotta be pretty hard to rock the paisley vest, you know what I'm saying?
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And here's Isabella "Tookie" Robertson, the woman who came up for the idea for the surprise party, and who also ruined the surprise by inviting Grant to his own surprise party. HAHAHA!
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Amy thwarts some would-be bar-hussy that was giving Chris the eye.