The Spam contingency plan.
No one wants to be responsible for flying dildos, apparently
The long overdue S&M portion of the night begins.
Liz's bearded dragon freaks out. And no, that isn't a euphemism. Sorry guys.
Liz's throwing rampage begins with ancient Easter candy and miniature chainsaws.
At 6:30, we found Mari's party limit. Also, we hypnotized her to think she was a chicken when she awoke. Let the party continue!
Joe: So then...get this; I say to the shepherd "I thought it was your daughter with a heavy wool coat!" Hahahaha. Get it! What? Don't judge me!
Joe was already drunk when he arrived at the party. He fit right in.
Dave STILL won't smile... of course, Liz is choking him.
We are best friends now - and will spend the rest of our lives (this weekend) calling each other, even though we barely ever spoke in school! The devil makes it so.
As 4am approaches, the group gets desperate for nourishment.
After the candy fight and some group lollipop sucking (really), things got extra friendly.
Diana tries valiantly to offset Bryan's gentlemanly expression.
No one wanted to take Liz up on a bet about who could fill the cup the fastest.
