Party

Party #3 Staircase 61 - Cambridge, England - February 8, 2003

Crazy House Party 3 was a bat-out-of-a-chimney sexcess. More than a few batty Mericans and Brits (and other people who are less speedy to war) were chandelier swingin hand in hand by the end of the night. Nickikus Bronnicus (aka Furious George or Rude-but-Good-at-Math) shot out some dope pictures (below).
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Casey and Stephen jumped through the door at the time specified on the flier. "Are we gonna be the only ones here all night?" Maybe in England you tell the truth about when the party starts... what a wild idea. When Stephen innocently questioned me about how I made my website, Casey slapped down some disciplinary action on him with a stern whisper, reminding him that he was at a party (and she implied that it was a super cool party too).

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As the mad peeps flooded in from all over the world, a-body Dan and Dave Thompson tried to figure out where the weapon-like spiky ball lamp hanging from the ceiling fit into the story. Little did they know, Mike was in the background miggity-macking on the ladies like he was Kris Kross.
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It's just not a party without a round of photobooth with the camera man. Stepping into the Bronn-photobooth seems to transform any normal human into a dominant "how's everyone doin tonight" sleeze-pimp.

A surprise appearance by FaYe has the slick and jazzy New Zealand John on the lookout. From-the-toot-Dan tries his less subtle corner-and-box-in (© Dan 2003) frattegy.

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A-body Dan is trying really hard to listen to a curly blonde's interesting story, and the guy in the red shirt is listing reason #2 why all the pimps wear Nautica. Little did Dan know there was a letter in the mail that would soon change him from A-body to to-the-toot. Congratufuckinlations Dan!
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By 1 am the party is whaling on 10 electric guitars and kicking your mom right in the face. At-the-toot Cameron keeps his wicked stoic demeanor on the outside while he thinks "Fwack all yall murfahrs."

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So any minute there is a dance party just waiting to bust loose. There is already talk of the next crazy house party being a mega house party with buttloads of houses participating. It seems like ninjas are likely to kick down the doors and raid the place. Nick's camera's vision is starting to blur.

A rumor starts spreading that Jay and jazzy John are f'ing up the dance floor. The smell of dirty dance party sex is in the air, and within minutes, like bacteria infesting the wound on a caveman, the dancers begin to multiply and bump-and-grind. We were no longer competent enough to take any pictures, but the dance floor blew up so nasty that I could barely look.

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More Pictures from Crazy House Party #3