If all else fails, dance!

Amongst others at the party last night you could find The Turk, Good Twin, Pelle, Hippie Shit, Azerbaijan and Buddist Hunk. As custom in our culture commands us, the boys all danced to try and impress the ladies. Don't ask me if it worked, I haven't a clue. By that time I had fallen into heavy conversation with a russian gentleman by the name of Papshmir.....or maybe it was Smirnoff.


These guys have a very "take no prisoners" attitude towards partying.

Hard to recognize, but that's actually the midsection of Lady Di.