Chinese New Year at Brindle and Mark's, Part III

Continuing where we left off...
No!  Not the hand on the hip!  (Next comes the wooden spoon.)

"Yay, styrofoam!"  Destroying the planet makes for a great party trick.

I challenge you to do a better impression of Robert De Niro eating a cantaloupe.

You can't party hard enough to trash the place when the hostess is as OCD as I am.

"I don't need a designated driver, bitch!  I fucking live here!"

No surgeons have yet been found confident enough to undertake the demanding 18 hour-long surgery to separate them.

"Zo... tell about your mother."

Self explanatory, I think.

"Let me get this straight... It's 'to the left, to the left, to the right, to the left...'"

Oh, shit!  Can you see them too?  Good.  I thought it was just me.

Somewhere along the way I fell in with a bad crowd, and apparently I'm in a gang now.

"Nah.  I like 'em hairier," she said.

Note that doing this has...

...precisely this effect on girls.

Conga line!

Or a game of grab-ass.

Not actual siblings, believe it or not.

It's all the rage in pirate/thug fashion.

Rather than whisk brooms, warlocks have to go with far less fashionable models.

If you don't read some unintended innuendo into this image, there's something wrong with your home-schooled ass.

This is my favorite deleted scene from the fourth season of The L-Word.

Copyright 2008 Alexplorer.
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