Proprietor and emcee "Owen the Brummie" gives madd props where madd props is due with a double index finger hail. This was the exact moment where the Arlene Grocery foundations were thoroughly shaken for the first of four times on that fateful evening.
Kids this age are hilarious. People go and buy them all sorts of toys but all they really want to do is don diaper boxes as cars and run around screaming as loud as they can.
My camera captures photos in a pretty high resolution...but when I shrink down the photos for this site, a lot of the detail ends up getting lost. So here, for your amusement, is a collage of some of the better faces Doug made that I managed to catch in film during the mop fiasco.
Yep, not even three minutes later and Deborah's already grabbing my titty. Watch carefully as the effects of tequilla unfold before your very eyes. (Also, it should be noted that this is also the point in the evening where, with the exception of Jim, every single Nerve employee pussed out and went home. Spring Street Reprazent, yo!!!)
There's some fancy-schmancy couple who lives in our building - Grant tried to get their attention by screaming "HEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLP!" at the top of his lungs
