Farewell Box Social - Revelations
Steve's leg is the greatest thing in the world.
If Monica and Shawn were vampires, they would spend the entire night standing in the driveway, saying "Bleh!" to one another and criticizing each other's technique.
Here are the awesome pictures of the farewell box social for Maeri.
A close-up of Mister Albert. Of true note in the photograph is Shawn's meteorite ring.
The Jeff gestures. That paired with the brightly colored underbelly indicates that the subject is venomous and agitated. Back away slowly while maintaining a calm air of respect; the bite of the Jeff causes instant paralyzation and a near-total shutdown of the nervous system.
"Francisco? ...I just farted. Majorly."
"Oh..."
"Oh God--"
"God, nooooooooooooo--"
"--oooooooAaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
"Sorry."
Albert's harey back. (a punne, or play on words)
The full moon is on Sunday-- Jeff is showing signs of being a werefag, Monica and her werestupid affliction shines through.
Maeri amazed with something incredible going on off camera while Francisco shows the pure spite he feels for anyone who takes his picture.
"So anyways, the vagina-- the vagina is like all... whoooa, like a bat. It's gross."
"Oh really?
"HEY GUYS, CHECK ME OUT BACK HERE, WOOO!"
"Alcohol and high-heel pumps is a fantastic combination!"
Jeff tripping over the garbage bag shortly thereafter.
Jeff laughing so hard; it was incredible.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha, that trash came out of nowhere!"
Maeri: Blurry Superheroine
High art: taking a picture of someone taking a picture of you.
Candid shot of Shawn looking spookily intense, a la Kevin, the cannibalistic ninja.
Comparison:
The greatest event of the evening: Shrinky-Dinks!
Second greatest event: Monica picking her nose while looking like a goblin.
Albert in some sort of flash warp, apparently.
Jeff staring somewhat intimidatingly while Francisco draws Shrinky-Poops.
Francisco: Hey guuuuys, lookit what I--
Monica: What are you doing?
Francisco: Lookit, I'm--
Maeri: What is Francisco doing?!
Francisco: Guys! Lookit how I'm on--
Jeff: What are you doing?
Francisco: GUUUUUUUUUUYS AHHHHH!
"Oops! I fell on my back!"
"Stop staring at my ass."
Everyone lounging drunkenly on Jeff's crotch.
"Two thousand-- two thousand three hundred--"
"Two thousand three hundred sixty ::hic:: two people died in the 9/11 attacks on Katrina; never forget!"
Either the photographer is drunk, or Jeff has a very plausible reason for teetering like that.
Francisco looking very earnest.
Jeff looking very batshit.
Maeri looking very confused to find herself lounging on the couch.
Monica partaking of absinthe while apparently waving her hand dismissively, Maeri looking totally off-guard.
Monica had to go and fuck everything up with an artfag shot of the ceiling. I didn't spend the whole night writing poetry on the walls.
A zoom-in of Monica's artfag shot.
Monica being very boisterous, Maeri being very composed.
"Why are you dancing with your hand in your pocket?"
"I dunno... why are you dancing with your hand disappearing into the ceiling support beam?"
"I dunno."
Blurry shot of everyone Dinking, with Shawn on poop-cutting patrol.
Jeff heroically drunk.
Francisco heroically stoic.
"Ohmygod, I... look at this, I have totally curly hair! It's... wow!"
Jeff is complacent and pleased with the events of the evening.
"Yeah, it's right here on Francisco's forehe-- oh God, I have finger cancer!"
Maeri doing a door jig with what reportedly appears to be ghosts surrounding her.
"Alright Jeff, what I want is-- yeah, just get on the floor and-- and crawl to me. Vogue! Crawl! Eeee, how weird!"
"Okay toots, you got it!"
Maeri and Monica have found something amazing on the camera.
Francisco examining a mug-- Maeri was too busy looking like a deer caught in the headlights to help Francisco unravel the Mystery of the Mug.
Monica was also quite adept at looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
And so was Shawn.
"We're all majorly excited ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Francisco's childhood toy getting some major lovin'.
"I'm gonna give ya a little smooch!"
"You shameless slut, you're drunk!"
Alcohol: causing women to fall asleep on men since 7000BC
"Oh my God, look at it! They actually shrunk!"
"So anyways, I think that the only reason--"
"Hold on, hold on... I'm not naked enough."
Shawn spooning with the wrong end of Monica.
"Hey Shawn; my toes are made of raspberries!"
"They are?! KICKASS!"
"Tee hee, ain't I a stinker?"
"(Pssst! Hey, Francisco! Zoom in-- zoom in and take a picture of Monica's boobs!)"
"You're-- stop it! You're taking a picture of my boobs, aren't you?!"
"Noooo! And move your hands."
"That's not cool! That's-- that's almost like rape!"
"What?! He's just taking a picture of your face, don't get your panties in a twist. It's cool, it's cool. And move your hands."
And finally, Monica and Shawn spooning, showing their neutral faces.
So that was the documentation of the evening, but much more went on undocumented. Scary exclusive ghost stories, SECRET PROJECT WITH JEFF, fantastic food, party dancing-- it was all fantastic.
If Monica and Shawn were vampires and the sun was rising and they were burning to death, they would hug each other and then have a pillow fight.
If Monica and Shawn were vampires, they would spend the entire night standing in the driveway, saying "Bleh!" to one another and criticizing each other's technique.
Here are the awesome pictures of the farewell box social for Maeri.
A close-up of Mister Albert. Of true note in the photograph is Shawn's meteorite ring.
The Jeff gestures. That paired with the brightly colored underbelly indicates that the subject is venomous and agitated. Back away slowly while maintaining a calm air of respect; the bite of the Jeff causes instant paralyzation and a near-total shutdown of the nervous system.
"Francisco? ...I just farted. Majorly."
"Oh..."
"Oh God--"
"God, nooooooooooooo--"
"--oooooooAaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
"Sorry."
Albert's harey back. (a punne, or play on words)
The full moon is on Sunday-- Jeff is showing signs of being a werefag, Monica and her werestupid affliction shines through.
Maeri amazed with something incredible going on off camera while Francisco shows the pure spite he feels for anyone who takes his picture.
"So anyways, the vagina-- the vagina is like all... whoooa, like a bat. It's gross."
"Oh really?
"HEY GUYS, CHECK ME OUT BACK HERE, WOOO!"
"Alcohol and high-heel pumps is a fantastic combination!"
Jeff tripping over the garbage bag shortly thereafter.
Jeff laughing so hard; it was incredible.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha, that trash came out of nowhere!"
Maeri: Blurry Superheroine
High art: taking a picture of someone taking a picture of you.
Candid shot of Shawn looking spookily intense, a la Kevin, the cannibalistic ninja.
Comparison:
The greatest event of the evening: Shrinky-Dinks!
Second greatest event: Monica picking her nose while looking like a goblin.
Albert in some sort of flash warp, apparently.
Jeff staring somewhat intimidatingly while Francisco draws Shrinky-Poops.
Francisco: Hey guuuuys, lookit what I--
Monica: What are you doing?
Francisco: Lookit, I'm--
Maeri: What is Francisco doing?!
Francisco: Guys! Lookit how I'm on--
Jeff: What are you doing?
Francisco: GUUUUUUUUUUYS AHHHHH!
"Oops! I fell on my back!"
"Stop staring at my ass."
Everyone lounging drunkenly on Jeff's crotch.
"Two thousand-- two thousand three hundred--"
"Two thousand three hundred sixty ::hic:: two people died in the 9/11 attacks on Katrina; never forget!"
Either the photographer is drunk, or Jeff has a very plausible reason for teetering like that.
Francisco looking very earnest.
Jeff looking very batshit.
Maeri looking very confused to find herself lounging on the couch.
Monica partaking of absinthe while apparently waving her hand dismissively, Maeri looking totally off-guard.
Monica had to go and fuck everything up with an artfag shot of the ceiling. I didn't spend the whole night writing poetry on the walls.
A zoom-in of Monica's artfag shot.
Monica being very boisterous, Maeri being very composed.
"Why are you dancing with your hand in your pocket?"
"I dunno... why are you dancing with your hand disappearing into the ceiling support beam?"
"I dunno."
Blurry shot of everyone Dinking, with Shawn on poop-cutting patrol.
Jeff heroically drunk.
Francisco heroically stoic.
"Ohmygod, I... look at this, I have totally curly hair! It's... wow!"
Jeff is complacent and pleased with the events of the evening.
"Yeah, it's right here on Francisco's forehe-- oh God, I have finger cancer!"
Maeri doing a door jig with what reportedly appears to be ghosts surrounding her.
"Alright Jeff, what I want is-- yeah, just get on the floor and-- and crawl to me. Vogue! Crawl! Eeee, how weird!"
"Okay toots, you got it!"
Maeri and Monica have found something amazing on the camera.
Francisco examining a mug-- Maeri was too busy looking like a deer caught in the headlights to help Francisco unravel the Mystery of the Mug.
Monica was also quite adept at looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
And so was Shawn.
"We're all majorly excited ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Francisco's childhood toy getting some major lovin'.
"I'm gonna give ya a little smooch!"
"You shameless slut, you're drunk!"
Alcohol: causing women to fall asleep on men since 7000BC
"Oh my God, look at it! They actually shrunk!"
"So anyways, I think that the only reason--"
"Hold on, hold on... I'm not naked enough."
Shawn spooning with the wrong end of Monica.
"Hey Shawn; my toes are made of raspberries!"
"They are?! KICKASS!"
"Tee hee, ain't I a stinker?"
"(Pssst! Hey, Francisco! Zoom in-- zoom in and take a picture of Monica's boobs!)"
"You're-- stop it! You're taking a picture of my boobs, aren't you?!"
"Noooo! And move your hands."
"That's not cool! That's-- that's almost like rape!"
"What?! He's just taking a picture of your face, don't get your panties in a twist. It's cool, it's cool. And move your hands."
And finally, Monica and Shawn spooning, showing their neutral faces.
So that was the documentation of the evening, but much more went on undocumented. Scary exclusive ghost stories, SECRET PROJECT WITH JEFF, fantastic food, party dancing-- it was all fantastic.
If Monica and Shawn were vampires and the sun was rising and they were burning to death, they would hug each other and then have a pillow fight.