Last night I went to Shawna's bday party. It was a blast. We started at Benihana's and then went to the Windjammer. Here are the pics of the evening with details, of course.
Here I am with the birthday girl herself.
Here is Shawna opening the Pasta Magic Chef, AS SEEN ON TV!!!
Here she got her favorite gift: a friggin' garden gnome. She ended up with three of them. 
Here's Ro showing how much she loved the birthday ice cream.
Here she is walking up to her car after Kristy and Ro decorated it. Unfortunately some jealous bastard(s) wrote on the windows with lipstick. They wrote "whore" and "slut" on the windows. What jackasses! Seriously. But they didn't ruin the evening. We had a blast.
Remember the gnomes I mentioned? Here they all are. Actually, she had us put them in the backseat where she could strap them in seatbelts. Seriously. I'm not making this up.
We finally left and headed to the Windjammer. Here I am with Ro.
Here are 5 of the girls. Don't ask me to name them all. I'm horrible with names.
I cut off the girl on the right so we retook it. And she just couldn't pay attention I guess.
Shawna didn't get this tshirt until we got to the bar. It's perfect for her since she is Miss MySpace 2006 TM.
Looks like it fits.
Here's another great pic with the birthday girl.
Here's the bday girl with Kristy.
Shock...what?
Kristy was talking about some slap the ass dance move. We made her keep doing it over and over. And of course I got a pic of it.
Here's Too Tall with the bday girl herself.
Ro all of a sudden became a drunk dinosaur. I never got a pic of her eating, but she'd turn into a dinosaur and start eating people's hair.
Cold and filtered? Time for a taste teste.
I've started an epidemic with this damn shocker thing. I'm getting copycats all over the world.
Yeah, I know what we were doing...but I'm not going to tell you.
And guess what happens when you have too much straight red bull.
After we had been there a while, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I felt there might be cougars in teh room. Turns out I was right. I looked over my shoulder across the bar and saw a cougar. Then I saw she was in a pack. It was crazy. I noticed one of them walked away towards the karaoke stage. I knew that was my only chance to get a pic of a cougar in the wild. Check out the next pic for a cropped pic with a closer look at our cougar.
Looks like she was trying to put out the mating call.
Here is the bday girl herself.
The later it gets, the worse the pics get.
Blowin kisses at ya.
Daddy like.
I think we were having fun.
I don't know what this pic is about or why I took it. But I have to include it.
But here's a better one to make up for it.
I jumped in on this one without an invite.
Amazing what a few red bull and vodkas will do to a man.
Have a good one and don't get none on ya.
Everbody's favorite Shady Lady V wanted to take a pic I would never forget. However, she was a little rough with the spout on my Box o' Pinot Grande wine costume. Does it look like I enjoyed that?
Here I have explained a better technique. I'm happier and so is she...not that it matters.
Here is where we "make nice." For some odd reason, the top front of my box was being pushed back. But do I look like I mind?
Here's sweet K and her husband. She was white trash and he was a dirty frat boy. I thought he had a pretty generic costume until I noticed all the thongs hanging from his pockets. I wonder what his wonderful wife thought of him having all those? Hmm...
HM showed up from another non-costume fiesta sans costume, because that's how he rolls. But Miss MySpace 2006 wasn't going to let that fly. She gave him the hat and said he was a Nascar driver on an off-day. We also have the Shady Lady V and the Shady Hasbeen in the pic. The former is Lindsay Lohan and the latter is Nicole Richie. You can tell by the skeletons on their shirts.
McAsh wanted a pic with me. She came as a Dubya sign. And somehow the phantom shocker showed up in the pic.
Here Scottie Too Hottie is trying to get a leg up on the situation. He recycled his costume from Friday night, and it looks like it still works.
The Shady Hasbeen wanted to make sure that I could lift her Nicole Richie frame. As this pic proves, daddy can still take care of business.
Here are two of the three girls who came dressed as Hef's girls (aka the girls next door on E).
This is some guy in a homemade costume based on the rabbit in Donnie Darko.
This guy put together this Col. Reb costume in less than a day he said. That rocks.
This guy made friends with our Shady friends. However, I never learned what his costume was called so I'll just call him gay 80s Frankenstein.
Our Shady friends also found this guy. How badass is that costume. The mouth actually moved too.
I was able to get a pic of Gay 80s Frankenstein, Tall Headless dude, and two blonde silicone transports.
Dr. Tucker Fadden, plastic surgeon, had to test these two to make sure nothing was going to explode.
He also found two young ladies from his days before med school.
He told Miss MySpace that she didn't need any work. I told him to send her to me for thorough exam. She does need to get a second opinion. She told me she'd bring the box o' wine this time.
After she got off work, she changed into her Elvis getup. Here's a quick pic someone took with my camera before we got together for the pic. As you can see, she just noticed my spout.
But she wanted me to wear her pompadour wig. Only for the pic, babe. 
There were a ton of great costumes. I didn't get them all, but there was this one dude dressed as Jesus. I wasn't going to get his pic, until this hot ass devil walked by. What's a guy to do? At least this guy knows how to bless with the shocker.
There was also a hot mummy. I don't know why I took this pic, but I think it's a good way to end things.
Have a good one and don't get none on ya.
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Here I am with the brother and my old college roommate Hanky Panky. We were really glad he got to stop by.
I had to run back to one of the cars and grb something. On my way back I was walking behind this white dude and realized I needed to make a PSA to all the parents of college kids out there. "Parents if your son or daughter is caucasian and comes home at Thanksgiving or Xmas with dreadlocks, he or she is probably on drugs."
Here is our good family friend Mac. We call him the "burgermeister" which is German for "mayor." With a hat like that, you get to be the mayor of the Oktoberfest party. Actually the Oktoberfest party at our tent is a continuation of the party he used to hold at his house every fall in the 80s and 90s. It is legendary. I won't repeat any of the stories I've heard, because I wasn't there to witness them. Let's just say, they are great stories. Here he's got a Spaten Oktoberfest beer in his German stein. Trust me, we come prepared for this party. I would have had my Hofbrauhaus mug, but it is in a box in the storage unit and I couldn't find it for this year. Next year, I'll have it. It's one of those mugs you see the women carrying in pictures from Germany.
Here's a pic of the burgermeister, Todd, Scottie Too Hottie, yours truly, and Matt (I think that's his name). We are toasting fermented cabbage juice. You know it as Jagermeister.
Prosit!!!
Here is a pic of yours truly with the sister and the brother.
Here I am with our buddy Yankee, the brother, and the sister. Obviously this is towards the end of the day. We are just a little too happy.
