A night turns Bachelorette party

We were enjoying a lovely BBQ on the roof when we got the call:

"Girls need venue for bachelorette party."  How about our living room?

And with that, our night changed forever...

Just a nice meat dinner.

She broke her phone in half...

she had to go on timeout.

Ciggy Chef.

Meeks.

The two on the right look easy to please...

Cheers Bachelorette party.

Bride to be.

Scandal room action.

Party people.

Then we found the blue pen and took control of the pickle.

So begins the adventure.

Tyson sported a blue mustache, pony tail and a fur vest.

Not sure where the werewolf came from...

Off we go.

Everybody loves the pickle.

Shooting beer.

Spitting beer.

This is actual Nolan's foreplay.

Pickle frown.

Girls like beer soaked bloody Nolans.

Like fangs.

little high.

Off we go again.

Tyson crashed.

We got tall boys.

Tyson crashed again...

And again.

Loppi is strong.

Tyson decided that it was a good idea to jump his bike from the backboard.

It was magical!

Tyson made it home!

Will Shit's Bday

His birthday was a little while ago, but he's such a good little shit kid, we just have to show some love anyway. Everyone showed up at Will's house; many dressed in a white shirt with a denim pocket in high praise of Will's favorite shirt who always wears. Maddness ensued at his house until the kegs ran dry and the bottles were broken. Then it was time for the ultimate Sally Rally, and nessecary group photo. good thing too because Will lives on top of a hill and on the way down there was a terrific bike accident. The girl on the right of the group photo, rode on Alan's handle bars (first mistake) down the hill and a sideways running drainage ditch fucked up their whole deal. Rumor has it she went face first and spent the rest of the summer hiding in doors. Happy Birthday Will Shit.