Gay People Are Confusing

It's a pretty cool look when you shove your shirt in your back pocket; and these guys have something I can really related to (shoulder acne).  But what I don't understand is the Fiona Apple Showdowboxer in the far corner slugging it out on the wall. Are you imagining dad?


Thanks for the pic, person who commented on my last post whose user handle is too creepy to say out loud ("pixie").

Spaghetti Strap Tank Top Relaxed Fit Jeans Shuffle

Weed Party

The description on Flickr for this photo reads: "Wayne just home on leave from the marines and viet nam 1974!! Getting ready to party!!!"

Huddled Negotiations

Friday Night's Alright for LAN Parties

After a long hard week of staring at the internet alone, I can't wait to kick back and stare at the internet with some buddies and pop open a few cold Mountain Dew Code Reds.  Fucken LAN RAGER TONIGHT, d00dz!

What Do All the People Know

I was desperately searching the internet to no avail to find an mp3 of the song "What Do All the People Know" by the Monroes (if anyone has this - let me know, I think the record is out of print).  It's a somewhat obscure power pop song from 1982 that was the band's only hit, and it was barely a hit anyway.

That's why I was so excited to find this video of a drunk frat boy singing along to all the lyrics and dancing beside what appears to be the aftermath or a beer pong game:



Seriously, if anyone has an mp3, talk to me.  This song is really good.

UPDATE:  Thanks to everyone who sent me this!  Change your life here:
http://www.mediafire.com/?yomgnithkjt

Suits, Snaps, Smooth Moves

Women Trouble

"Ladies, ladies, how many times did I have to tell you? We have to make our Ketamine stash last all weekend. And you went and blew it all by 8pm?! Mmmmmmmmrrrggg  I am SO ANGRY!"

Thanks, Bea, for this pic.

Dutty Wine

Hot Tub Party

Today seems like a pretty good day for a hot tub, right? Nice and snowy and slushy and cold. Makes you think you wouldn't even mind all the bacteria and semen for just a few minutes of hot steamy bliss.






On a related note, if you live in NYC and want to go to a free screening of "Hot Tub Time Machine" this Tuesday evening, email me at sorryimissedyrparty@gmail.com.
UPDATE: Sorry, all the passes are gone.

The More Things Change, the More Lesbian Ravers Stay the Same

It's a little hard to tell, but the girl with the rainbow dreadlocks is the same as the girl who is not the bunny in the following picture.

Basic Party Math

Plus:


Equals:

Thanks, Max Wowch for your mAd pHotOsHoP sKillZ.

In Hybrid Moments

You guys wanna hear a story about the time I met Jerry Only from The Misfits?  I must preface this with a brief explanation:  I used to be really into professional wrestling.  Like, really really into it.  Like, I actually went to WrestleMania.  I am not talking about when I was 8.  I'm talking post-virginity.  I used to carry around in my wallet a trading card of The Rock and a  black and white photo of Shawn Michaels I clipped out of a wrestling magazine.  I read wrestling gossip sites every day (this was in pre-blog times).  I bought wrestling magazines.  I owned wrestling t-shirts.  I made my own t-shirts.  I went to shitty local pro wrestling events with about 30 people in the audience at the Somerville, MA version of Dave & Busters. 

I bought pay-per-view events.

So a friend and I bought tickets to see The Misfits play at Roseland.  When we showed up, there was a sign taped to the door that the show was canceled.  Since we were in midtown on a Thursday evening, I suggested we go to the WWF restaurant (now the Hard Rock Cafe).  When we arrived, guess who's there:  Jerry Only, in full Misfits makeup and outfit.

At this time, there was a wrestler in WCW, Vampiro, whom Jerry had been acting as the manger/valet for.  Vampiro's schtick was basically "Misfits fan" (wrestling fans may notice this was a copycat of Sting's post-neon Crow look).  Around this exact moment, several wrestlers from WCW ("The Radicalz") were about to switch over to WWF (I knew because I obsessively read wrestling gossip websites).

I don't think I've ever actually gone up and talked to a famous person, and I'm only an average Misfits fan, but the thing here was that I was a HUGE wrestling fan.  Seeing someone affiliated with WCW at the WWF restaurant was like the hugest scoop ever, and I had to find out.  So I summoned my courage to go over to him, and we talked about Eric Bishoff, the state of WCW, and wrestling for a half hour or so.

Ok, I get it.  it's not like I met Glen Danzig, Jerry Only sucks, yeah yeah yeah.  That's what a Misfits fan would say.  But a wrestling fan?  This was a huge deal.

Why You Should Fuck on the First Date

Here's some wisdom for the kids:  Every second of your life is tick tick ticking away. One day you're gonna wake up, and guess what? By the time you've changed your mind, no one wants to fuck you on the first date anymore.

TGIHMC

(Thank God It's Hairless Man Chest)