That black plastic cap he's trying to break off is the security cap that they put on in the liquor store to prevent people from stealing the booze.
He and his friends are really excited when he finally breaks it off.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
That kind of whipped cream canister is the industrial kind; they're not fucking around with disposable Redi-whip cans.
The woman actually doing the whippet looks like she could actually be the mother of the kids, right? In that case, this scenario is even more confusing.
This is from a set of found photos of three people doing cocaine off a mirror on top of a briefcase. Thanks to Noah for sending me these.
I recommend you treat yourself to the entire set:
Friday, March 28, 2008
You might think that those kids hanging out on St. Marks or the Astor Place cube are just posers, but you're wrong. Truth is, they're partying way harder than you. They hate their dads, they're ready to experiment with flexible personal barriers, and they don’t care about getting their clothes dirty.
Case in point: these pictures are all from the same person; different parties.
They moon you and wail on guitar while their friend pukes
This speaks for itself
They are TASERING each other! You would NEVER do that!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
You can have all the accouterments to indicate you're a party animal (beer helmet, glare-reducing face paint, unexplained gold medal), but that doesn't mean your party stamina lives up to it.
As they say, sometimes the clothes do not make the man. This guy just wants to go home.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Look at this: you have a asian raver, a fat Indian, a lesbian, and a slutty fly-girl. Only in the late dot-com era could you amass this kind of diverse party for a quick bong rip in the urbanfetch.com stairwell.
Just last night I was retelling the story of how Brody went from the weird guy in a Moesha shirt to a super rad dude in my mind because of one specific moment in a college class when he related an anecdote about getting a milkshake thrown at his head while on a McDonald's playground. I can't do the anecdote justice, but it was like Septemer 12th (a whole new world out there).
Brody recorded an entire parody album, and has done unspeakable things to an unspeakable number of people's couches, and I'd just like to shout it from the rooftops how much I esteem him.
Yesterday, I emailed him to invite him to lunch. He simply wrote back:
I C.A.N.T. T.O.D.A.Y.
(each letter is a different link to a Flickr image)
The image for the "A" in "can't" was a real special treat. Not only does it show an amazing party, but the user's title for the photo is even more amazing.
Thank you, Brody.
Here's a Brody treat, from a party I didn't miss: