We'll start with the peanut gallery.

Green Gullet:

Andrew T:

The King, as I saw him:

The view from the porch:

The Green One:

Hiram says "please take my picture."

Lars gets some hot action:

It's not a Louchefest without Wogger in the fetal position:

2Louchetrec, strangely photogenic:

Enough love fest.

Bar crawl, first stop:

Goose eye view:

Fuck yeah! Awesome shots, Skeets!

Lounge royalty, the Mayor and the King:

The debauchery begins:

Lars disapeared right after this, not sure why though...

Lets see, our own zoo. We gots a Hedgehog (Peeps), DaRabbit, Goose, and then Lars. Bastard broke my analogy.

Loogie hits the floor at the first gay bar of the night:

Sober, yup.

Product placement:

(There you go. Where's my fucking check?)

His thought: "I'ma go Mike Tyson on that ear"

Her thought: " A-cups!"

That's hot right there:

DINKY!

Nothing like a hot, sweaty time at the Gay bar.

'I wanna take you to a Gay Bar, Gay Bar, a Gay Bar!
Let's start a war! Start a nuclear war! At the Gay bar, the Gay Bar, Gay Bar!'

And now, the kitchen, featuring the back of Rimbaud's head!

"I'm the Mayor. I'm old and grumpy. Fear my war face!"

This year was a total sausage fest:

edit: For some ungodly reason, this is the only pic I have with Kirk in it.

J.aded Prol:

edit: Turns out the ghost of Dr. O is changing posts again!

No, seriously, it is that long:

Da Rabbit, post-kiss, pre-wall:

Someone get this unidentified man a drink!

Part Rim, all baud:

I caught the clap at the gay bar last night!

A-Vibe says, 20 years, and I'll be a Mayor clone:

After threats of not so good pictures, I got an excellent Peeps, pre-soaking:

More later.

Excellent pics, SkeetZ!

fo' rizzle.

Kirk's new avatar?:

I didn't get many pics of phux. I did get some good ones of the scene of the crime, which will hopefully evoke pleasant, albeit foggy, memories for those of us who showed the fuck up. The rest of you need to get your ass in gear for whatever happens next.

Our house... is a very, very, very, fine house; with drunk phux in the yard...






There's a LouchedLurker in the somewhere...

I did get a few pics of casualties...


The Batemaster Suite. He woke up with the Sunday Morning Call in his mouth.


I've never wanted a piece of chalk so bad in my life...

Asta the Wonderdog. One of my more charming - if less fragrant than Lars - sleeping companions of the weekend.

That kinda looks like that photo of Rimmy the next day.

(the top picture.)

Thanks for the pix.

By the way, was there any absinthe there? From the way you xits post on this board all day long, I can't tell if you always look & behave like that.

I think we might've had a little bit of that. You'd better watch out, though- absinthe is one of the more dangerous experiences you can have, at least according to The Mayor's 1877 encyclopedia.

Stuff from around the hood:

O'Malley's Pub. Better Cheesesteaks than the one I got in Philly.
The Mayor, 2ly and two random phux:


WTF?


Stepford Dolly Dance School. WTF?????


This is just sick and wrong. Would you take your kid here? That's some scary shit right there.


AndrewT: "How many states do you know where they have puddles of La Fee in random street corners?"
Peeps wasn't about to let it go to waste - what a trooper.


vibe: "One hell of a marching band, eh?"
From left to right: Vibe, AndrewT, FoBo, The Marine Band not showing the fuck up, Slate, Mayor, a little bit of Rimmy, Loogie, not Gullet and 2ly.


The Mayor: Huh. May-Sonic Temple..."
One of the dime-a-dozen neighborhood May-sonic Temples:


I snuck out in the middle of the night for a Super Secret May-sonic Meeting. Sorry I didn't tell you guys, but it wouldn't have been safe for anyone who followed me. They let me take a few pictures of the inside, but this is the only one I can show you, or I'd have to kill you.


AndrewT: "It should also be noted that we did a bit of checking on real estate. There just may be an official Church of Absinthe at some point in the fairly imaginary future."
A steal at $950,000:


Skeeter: "Walking home with Peeps and six blocks from the mini-Mansion, a torrential downpour. No sense in running, no use. "
There was a lot of that going around. Every damned time I left the house this weekend, it rained before I got back. Vibe and 2ly get drenched:

What the Hell is absinthe?

What the Hell is absinthe?

You can see from this shot that there was definitely a booze deficit.

Tea for 2ly
and 2ly for Tea

Can you spot the Bunny?
Where is the Bunny?