Parties. They are so fun. Unless you have to clean up after them. Of course, if you ever want to have a kick-ass party and NOT clean up... host a CockTail party. Ten minutes after the party is over, your liquor cabinets will be twice as stocked, your house will be cleaner than before the party started, there will be 3 pounds of assorted olives in the fridge, and you'll still have toilet paper. 'Hey now,' says Hei. I keep my kitchen clean just as good as any homo!
Richie Rich was in town from Boston, a perfect occation for some cocktails. I mean, I had to do SOMETHING kewl, considering a Holiday party that he booked me for landed me a free trip to Europe.
Doug tells Sokolicky, 'I've brought the booze, darling.'
J-dub is stoked to try out the new CD-J's, care of Cape Girl and Berry (caution: may contain tits).
Shein's gone Cuntry, but it's House music makes the room Happy.
Sokolicky receives orders from the mothership.
'Momo is an Orphan', it says. 'Turn Momo into a Rockstar'.
'Wait', says Sokolicky. 'She's already a Rockstar.'
'Oops', says the mothership. 'Sorry, wrong guy. It's Pete! Turn Pete into a Rockstar.'
Unbeknownst to them, the breeders have been trapped in the glow closet. 'Ouch! The light!
Shein asks Momo, 'I could pass for gay, right?'
'Wait,'Hold up now!'
All in all, the cocktail party was a sucksess. And Richie Rich once again reminds us 'front and center, baby'. He's an origional Rockstar. 'I'm hungry,' he says, 'Anyone else feel like getting a Taco?'
PS A picture of the sunrise. To squash any rumors that our parties end before dawn.
