Well that certainly was a great New Years Eve party! For any of you a.t.bnb bungholes who didn't come, you missed a great bash! We all showed up at Argy's very cool beach house on New Year's Eve. Those nachos Argy made KICKED ASS!!!
FB's sour cream and salsa corn dogs ruled too. At least I hope that's what they were. I was drinking so much Edge I really couldn't tell.
Diabolic really got into those vodka soaked pork rinds. After he downed about a hundred of them, he pulled his shirt up over his head and went running around like a buttmonkey, yelling "I need tipi!!! Tipi for my bunghole!!!!"
Leighton Mileau Pheurs was there, he kept going up to Abe Simpson all night saying, "Oh golly, you simply *must* try these capers, they're absolutely scrumtious!"
Every time I looked in the living room, Laurie and King Turd were making out like crazy over on the couch.
Then things got kinda rowdy and somebody knocked over the cage where Argy keeps his pet snake. We heard someone yelling that a snake was loose in the room, and then Whamee screamed "AARRGGHH I HATE SNAKES!!", and she tried to run out of the room but she tripped over the electric cord and knocked a lamp over and the lights all went out. Spud Demon and CheezNapkin were down on the floor feeling all around in the dark trying to capture the snake. Then they simultaneously yelled "I've got it!" and just at that moment Argy switched the lights back on and there was a bit of an awkward moment when everybody saw that they were actually holding each other's... oh wait, I think I might have promised not to mention anything about that incident... never mind.
At midnight we all crowded around the tv to watch the ball drop in Times Square. Then old Abe tried to lead us in a chorus of Auld Lang Syne, until finally King Turd put a stop to that by smacking Abe upside the head.
Then I think it was right after that, frog baseball, who'd been hitting the hard stuff all evening, ran out on the deck and started mooning the people out on the beach. Then with his pants still down around his ankles he yells to the crowd out on the beach, "Hey everybody, wanna watch a ball drop? Let's count it down!! Ten... nine..." He got as far as FOUR before he passed out. Argy had to roll him up in the carpet and drag him out onto the beach to sleep it off.
Great party, thanks Argy. Have us back next year ok? Damn, my head still hurts.
CB