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Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Ting Tong Glasses
Everytime someone rammed their glass with a piece of flatware, the Happy Couple had to drop everything and suck face for a few seconds while the crowd whooped and hollered like mating baboons.
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An Introduction
The following is the step by step narrative documentation of four men stranded in a land where beer comes in Liters and the Huguenots roam free.
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Ting Tong Glasses
Mediterranean Fettucine
Playing Juvenile Tricks on Other People at the Wed...
Tweaked Out
The Last Gay Joke, I Swear
Beth Bares All
Hundreds of Years of Inbreeding
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Reactions to Fame
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Yep, That's a Dude
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See that girl, Watch that scene, Dig in the dancin...
Cutting In
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Jim James Seamus Thomas Timothy McCarthy
Our First Clue
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Whitney Houston Eat Your Heart Out
Some Basic Micro Economics
Street Moovz
Father and Son Sing-A-Long
Completely Dominating the Dance Floor
Bow Chicka Bow Wow
The Gyration Continues
Meanwhile, at the Bar
Our Good Friend
Best Buds Forever
As the Night Wears On
Back Upstairs for the Finale
Son of a Bitch. Miss Motherfucking National Asia.
After a Heavy Night of Drinking
Getting Ready for the Adoring Public
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Breakfast Buffet
Fresh, Succulent, Tempting
Taking it Easy, Day by Day
The Photos of Iraq
If Looks Could Kill
With Stars in Their Eyes
Bashful Andrew
Your Driver today is Bill F.
Who Am I?
This Is Normal
Good Grief!
Heavenly Desire
Everytime I Wing, I Get a Wong Number
Where the Burgers are King Part II
Where the Burgers are King Part I
Two Words
Bird's the Word
The Minneapolis Skyline
Les Biscoffs
Andrew Discovers Photography
Airport Bars
XXL
The Sunset Strip
Debark
Silent, But Deadly.
Flying Back to NY
Everytime someone rammed their glass with a piece of flatware, the Happy Couple had to drop everything and suck face for a few seconds while the crowd whooped and hollered like mating baboons.
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