My Kung-Fu is VERY strong

Not much I can say to describe last night.
But here's the recap, "We Didn't Start the Fire- Billy Joel" style:

Drinking, dancing, nudity
meeting people randomly
an Irish cutie
lots of booty
and a fu-man-chu

shots of Jager, pints of lager
a few more drinks and all are hotter
car bombs
Lil' Jon
cause that's how we do

_{Note: The nudity mentioned above refers to Crawford flashing his man breasts to everyone he could. I've recieved quite a few emails asking if the nudity involved strip clubs, prostitutes, and such. But sadly, those were only a couple of the many ideas that I had that night for Brian's birthday celebration that were quickly dismissed... something about morons.. or maybe it was morals... yes, that makes much more sense come to think of it. But I digress...}

Some quotes from and about the night:

Crawford: Did we really go to a second bar?

James: Where am I?... I wanna go home... where am I?

Brian: I'm pretty confident that I'm gonna vomit.

Anonymous: Then she accused me of cheating on her!!
Me and Justin: Did you?
Anonymous: ...yeah...

Mark: Crawford, seriously, put your nipples away.

Angel: whoa....thats all i gotta say about last night.....whoa

Brian: Hey man, you should come meet us at the bar... I have a fu-man-chu.

Brian: Hey sweetie, you should come meet us at the bar...... I have a fu-man-chu..

Starting at the Bowery Bar

"Everybody dance like there's ass in your pants"

Jessica on the phone, she's a quarter asian, which made her that much cooler in my book, then she cut out early, which makes her a punk in the same book. Brian being the weirdo takin a pic with two unsuspecting girls (Cindy and Danielle, my apologies if I spelled your names wrong, deeper apologies if those aren't your names at all). Justin, James, and Angel: believe it or not, but this is the "before" picture. And me and Dana, who is quite the dancer.

Here's where the night gets a little.... a little crazy.

Here we are walking to the second bar, Plan B. And here is Crawford flashing two poor strangers driving by. They must have been caught under his spell, because they pulled next to us to get a closer look and maybe ask how far along he is and when his expected date is. But to their fright, as they pulled closer, Crawford thought they wanted his nipple prints on the car. I get a picture as I try to hold him and his nipples back... they soon sped away.

Angel coppin a feel, Brian kickin the fu-man-chu game, and everybody who was too drunk to dance.

As I went through my pics of last night I came across James with this disgusted look on his face, and Sharon looking away in, from what I could tell, terror. I looked at the picture for a while, trying to imagine what they had seen...

... I never imagined this...

I'm Crawford, I have a drinking problem.

I got the Magic Stick... come on, totally looks like a neon penis.

Why's this pic up? cause Crawford has his clothes on, and I want to promote that type of behavior. Good boy, Crawford... good boy...

"Dear Lord, what have I done..."

I told Dana to take a picture cause it would last longer, maybe I should have specified that she should use her camera... but it's nice to see what she wanted a shot of... hehe, man she's gonna hate me...

Yup, you've seen them both already. But as I've always said, you can't have too many shots of the fu-man-chu.

Mel and, I wanna say Mandy, but I could be way off, if I am, I apologize... but since you'll probably never see this, I'm not that sorry. Two sisters from Westchester (M.. something I remember it was a unique name and Mandy... I hope), Nate, the boyfriend, and Mel.

Me telling Dana that I can't dance another step (teehee), Crawford either thinking that I'm talkin to him or micturating on himself, and Angel laughing at Crawford.

My kung-fu is VERY strong.