After Leigh was done interrogating this girl's friend to make sure he really knew her and this wasn't a rohypnol date rape gone awry, we left our sleeping princess in his good hands.
...clearly the LBJ (that's the Little Baby Jesus to you) had heard our prayers and made this drunk girl pass out on the pavement right outside of the party so we could document my last evening in town with some apropo fanfare! (Thanks for looking out for us, Big Guy).
Neil (who, just so you know, is the current Nugget
Eating Champ of the World) leans in to check out to what degree
the guy is passed out. Verdict: Out Fucking Cold.
Ok, ok. I'm sure all of you have probably seen all these
photos already either on the Misshapes site or back when
it appeared in Vice,
but for any of you who may not have see it, here's the story:
I was texting with Dennis
Crowley's little
brother Jonathan on Saturday night
and I invited him and his buddy Neil to Misshapes. They showed
up late night and after vetoing the too-packed dance floor
upstairs, we decided to hang in the back room downstairs
where we discovered this sleeping prince.
On the way home, Tinny and I stopped at the totally scary, 24-hour McDonald's in Chinatown so I could get my McChicken on. There was this cute little old Chinese guy passed out in one of the booths and Tinny wanted me to take a picture of her giving him a kiss. I showed her this one and she decided she wanted a better one and motioned for me to give her the camera...
Michael was there with his friend who was in from out of town. Or that was at least his "I'm not used to these late bar hours" excuse before he promptly passed the fuck out on the downstairs couch.
The loser is the person who finally elicits a slurred scream of "OW! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ASSHOLES FUCKING DOING? THAT FUCKING HURT!" Make sure not to use up all of your ice, your Dempsey will need it to help reduce the swelling on the mulitude of red bumps on his head and/or face.
It turns out Dempsey had decided to walk down to the dock and pass the fuck out in Tim's boat! We spent the next ten minutes playing a game called "Don't Wake Dempsey!" All you need is a few drunk friends with good throwing arms and an assortment of items to throw! (We found out that ice works better than coins). Points are awarded each time you managed to hit Dempsey in the head and/or face without arousing him from his drunken slumber!
I tried to do the old "get a load of this passed-out drunk" photo with Amanda, but she was just conscious enough to figure out what I was up to and milliseconds after this pic was snapped, she managed to yank my head back. Hahah. Ow.
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