To appease the peanut gallery

Well kiddos you can quit your bitchin'. I finally put up the Tucan Tango pictures.

It started out just like any other night...at JENGA!!!


April's patience is running thin with me trying to break into the blogger world.


Still mastering the light to face ratio. Josh is not that pale.


Art of the spinning quarter.


We weren't going for the stoned faces but timing is everything.


Josh with a little premptive Vikinging.


Ron giving coaching tips on the proper way to "Not Drop the Cake."


Our Slues of the evening, April and Becca. They did a good job.


Like it don't you. You want to touch the Heinee.


Cleavage magazine was doing a shoot in my backseat.


Did somebody say cleavage.


Matt and April getting ready to tango or do body shots. I can't remember.


Jim was telling me how he will be tearing up the dance floor later. (fore-shadowing???)


No we are not in the bathroom and no Ron is not sharing the stall with me...well maybe.


Allison and Chicas getting their drink on.


You like beer!?! Of course I like beer!!!


Uh-Oh...I think she was caught in a game of grab ass.


Smooches or skin tasting...your pick.


Definitely scary dudes.


I was dissapointed in my picture taking of the scantily clad belly dancers.


Parthiv trying to start the wave in Toucan Tango.


Do you guys want to be on the internet. Okay then.


Cleavage strikes again. Allison was not feeling as scandalous.


Are you trying to look down my dress. But of course.


Dude, Corona is way better than Bud!


No way Jose'. Why don't you go be unamerican somewhere else!
Fine!


Hey do you want to be unamerican with me? No. How about a picture and I grab your waist.


The "I just grabbed a Persian girls bare waist" dance.


All together now.


Now we move onto modeling school.


No, we are the models.


Hmm. Raised eyebrows. Can't see the hands. I think happy fun go-go time.


No, she only has a heart...for one guy.


Is it Hulkmania Josh?


Is it the mean Green Otis?


Is it Lousiana Rescue Nate?



It is Garth...unfortunately for April.


Picture of a Picture. How F-ing literal.


Picture of a crotch...how Deez Nutz.


I hope you respect me in the morning.


Last picture of make out because people want to see beer.


Gotta give the people what they want.


My oh my is that the Porno pose? Lets take a closer look.


SURVEY SAYS>>>>YES


Man, I can't believe she pulled that face out in public.
Your telling me, think I can get her number?


Even the girls are stunned, yet Ron keeps on dancing.


Oh SNAP!!! How did that get in here.


Ron with dudes...



Ron with female in lap, but why does his face look that way. What could he be looking at?


Oh sh*t, it's the Jim Dance Montage. (music=T.I. Bring em out)


Mike Check...


Baby, Two One Two


Off to find a female counterpart.


There she goes, Miss Per-si-ia


The Jim Montage is back and who is this piece o' meat?


She looks like an attractive women with a great personality.


Josh accesses the situation.


Verdict: Jim snatched himself a hot piece of Ace!!!


Scattered ass was everywhere that night.


April is making sure that Ron's shirt stays on his body.


Cleavage calendar was back, but Jims mind was elsewhere...next time I bring my A-Game.


No Sexy...No Morph..just pure, hot, stinky normal.


And the not so normal. But still stinky hot and cleavagee.

Peace I'm out and will have more later this week.