Lorelei, our lovely host Jack (yes, he is wearing a blue and green plaid jacket) and Tyler. ˆ jack wright ˆ lorelei ˆ tyler ˆ

Tyler, Me and Sean work on our goodbye to 2001, Buddy-style. ˆ me ˆ sean ˆ tyler ˆ

Grant, Hannah and Sean. ˆ grant ˆ hannah ˆ sean ˆ

So about an hour before midnight, the house's heater stopped working...and considering it was about 8 degrees outside the temperature in the house immediately began to plummet. As Jack (yep, the one with the plaid ass) opened the trapdoor into the basement (Evil Dead Style, yo) we all began to take, um, advantage of his situation. ˆ grant ˆ jack wright ˆ lick ˆ man ass ˆ

Bringing in 2002 with a bang, bay-bee! ˆ jack wright ˆ me ˆ gay ˆ

13 seconds left... ˆ new years eve ˆ tv ˆ

HAP-PY NEW YEAR! (Grant, Nina, Lo, Hannah and me). ˆ grant ˆ hannah ˆ lorelei ˆ me ˆ nina ˆ best ˆ new years eve ˆ

Me giving Emma a New Year's smooch ˆ emma ˆ me ˆ kiss ˆ new years eve ˆ

Tyler can fly. ˆ tyler ˆ carry ˆ

"Hey, thish isch a fuggin' *HIC* guh-reat, party...*BURP*," Peter said right before he ended up passing out in the backroom no more than 45 minutes into a brand new year. Lightweight. ˆ drunk ˆ

The Taylor sisters were starting to get grouchy... ˆ emma ˆ hannah ˆ sad ˆ

...until Grant gave up a little ass to brighten their night! ˆ emma ˆ grant ˆ hannah ˆ grab ass ˆ man ass ˆ

Let me ask you sumptin, how real do Tyler's fake titties look? We made these crazy-ass real-looking boobs by taking yellow balloons and adding red M&M's for nipples. (Is it wrong that this picture sorta gives me a chubby?) ˆ tyler ˆ best ˆ boobs ˆ

At one point in the night, Tyler declared Jihad on Budweiser. Oy vey. ˆ tyler ˆ best ˆ mask ˆ

Sometime in the middle of the night, Jack's furnace stopped running and when we woke up in the morning, some ice cubes that had been dropped on the floor earlier in the night still hadn't melted. That's how fucking cold it was when we woke up. ˆ joey ˆ lorelei ˆ bed ˆ

Can you imagine starting off a brand new year waking up next to that? Hannah tries to cover her face in shame. ˆ hannah ˆ jack wright ˆ bed ˆ

Grant was showing off his eyelid-hickey that a drunken Lorelei had administered in the midst of the previous evening's festivities. ˆ grant ˆ hickey ˆ

He was also showing off this fucking sweet outfit! A "USA" sweatshirt, Purple Camo pants, and striped, toe-fitted socks that make it look like he has Muppet feet. We bet him $10 that he didn't have the balls to wear it to go out to breakfast at the local redneck diner (and we were right).

But he almost got his ass kicked at said diner anyway! Check it: So we're in the middle of eating our meal, and the really, grizzled couple in their late forties walks into the diner. The guy is a huge, lumberjack-looking biker-type guy and his lady's wearing sunglasses indoors and has bleached-blond hair that's been permed into a frazzled mess...and she bears a striking resemblance to Sammy Hagar!

As their walking past our table, Grant stands up and goes "Ladies and Gentlmen....SAMMY HAGAR!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him down and hissed "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, DUDE? THAT GUY WILL RIP YOUR ARMS OFF!" Grant was like, "Relax, they don't know who Sammy Hagar is..." and then he trailed off mid-sentence when he realized that he was pretty much in the midst of the region that was pretty much responsible for Van Halen's post-Lee-Roth success and shuddered when he realized how close he'd just come receiving a Happy New Year's Ass-Kicking! ˆ grant ˆ sassy ˆ socks ˆ