

A very eventful and well planned 3rd of July party, plenty of thundercats but 95% already had cages. Grecian security was at its finest, kicking out blacked-out, salsa dancers (and their friends too). Vean insisted on the title Erectus Maximus while displaying dance moves that reached levels of whiteness only thought to be hypothetical. Tom held a symposium on statues with boners but the crowd quickly protested until the subject was changed to a classier discourse on barrel's of dicks. We witnessed the emergence of Shaun's alter-ego, Lunchbox Shaun. All in all, a good night to be told that I am the best bicyclist ever.
Lyric of the Day: Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines, so I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun").
Got Yourself a Gun - Nas