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August Holiday: Isola d'Elba & Cinque Terre

2006-09-27T06:27:00.000-07:00

God, my vacation was fucking awesome! I wish I was always on vacation! Really! That would be super awesome!
But I can't. Instead, I'm uploading (finally, I know!) my pictures from my vacation.
We had an amazing time, romping around Isola d'Elba and Cinque Terre.
The details are best left unsaid, I think. Let's just say that Andy's girl is way too cute for him. And Myles and Anne are wonderful, fun-loving people.
It's a damn shame we had to hang out with Andy the whole time.
That kid needs to lay off the juice!

One Love,
Percy

PS- Seroiusly, it was magical. Nothing these here pictures can prove. Trust me, you're jealous.

PPS- In Elba Myles and Andy actually lifted and moved a car with their bare hands!

Surpise!

2006-09-20T07:38:00.000-07:00

Whoa. It's been FOREVER since I've posted. But here's some shit from my adventures last month. I know, I know... old news. But whatever. This is what you get so stick a fork in it, shove it in your mouth, and chew. Chew, motherfuckers.
And more to come. When I feel like it.

One Love,
Percy

PS- I've pretty much been in bed touching myself for the last month. This is the view from my bed...

London, England! Oi oi, mate!

2006-09-20T03:21:00.000-07:00

London is huge! And their underground system is hillarious!

What else did I learn?

- English food is that bad. Yes. Terrible.
- Beautiful women in that town but you can just tell they're not into kinky shit. Something about the way they walk, which is pretty much the exact opposite of how Parisian girls walk.
- SoHo is SoHo is SoHo, whatever city you're in.
- Shoreditch, that's what's up.
- Piccadilly square? Nice try.
- London would be awesome if it weren't for all the British people.

One Love,
Percy

Let's get drunk... in Dublin, Ireland!

2006-09-12T07:04:00.000-07:00

In Dublin, I wanted to see how much I could drink. I did all right. Honestly, I've done better.
But I'm happy with my results: I made it to the Guinness Storehouse, the Jameson Distillery, Temple Bar, and just about every pub in between.
I gambled, I drank. Then I drank some more.
And when I wasn't drinking, I was drinking. Unless I was sleeping. And even then I think I might've had a pint or two.
I woke up and had a beer. Then I had another.

So here's some pictures.

Ya Heard,
Percy

More of Ireland: Monaghan and Belfast!

2006-09-05T05:18:00.000-07:00

God bless the Irish. Really. What a beautiful country.
When you're there, and you hop in your yolk and drive over to the pub to slag on your friends, remember just this one thing: the first one is for thirst, the rest for taste.
Here's some photos of a lovely Polish girl with an Irish accent, and the political and artistic graffiti of the ghetto that is Belfast.
Just a note on Belfast: the city center is clean and shiny like most decent cities but go ten blocks in any direction away from the center and you'll find abandoned, burnt-out buildings, broken bottles, chain-smoking pregnant women, and worse.
But it does have some interesting murals.
As my friend Stephen said, "There are no more Troubles, but we still have problems."

Thanks, Kasia!

One Love,
Percy K. Widget

L'Ippodromo!

2006-08-10T08:38:00.000-07:00

Not long ago, Ries and I went to the Ippodromo to play the ponies! Who could ask for anything more on a hot Trevisian night? They got free food, free prosecco (some of the best), horse races, gambling (of course), and... karate?

Ya Heard,
Percy

Roadtrip! Woo!

2006-08-10T08:01:00.000-07:00

So I went to the mountains last weekend with i ragazzi della prateria and DJ Boraxx. The drive was beautiful, the air cool and crisp... but then we arrived and that cool mountain air turned hot and angry as the simple-minded of the region did not appreciate the performance. A note: the photos below are not of my friends, but rather the drag-queen shitstorm that performed before my friends.
Anyway, then we went to Lago Di Garda. That was good too.

One Love,
Percy

PS- Our boy A.P. Smith started a new blog called I Get Laid All The Time .com and he wrote about this nonsense.

Rippin' it up.

2006-08-09T07:26:00.000-07:00

The other night I got Andy all juiced up and said he couldn't rip the phonebook in half.
"You're right, I can't," he said.
"Oh, don't be a pussy," I said. "Rip that shit."
And then he did!

Lesson learned: don't doubt the powers of a drunk.

Word is Bond,
Percy

Caipirinhas & mojitos go together like brass knuckles & billy clubs

2006-07-24T03:12:00.000-07:00

We had a little party on Friday night. A Brazilian party.
We invaded a local playground, opened the floodgates, and let the fun flow all over us.
At some point we got a little rowdy, a little bloody, a little lewd...
But all in all, it was a wonderful time.

One Love,
Percy K. Widget

Italia! Italia! Italia wins the World Cup!

2006-07-12T04:36:00.000-07:00

Italy won the World Cup. Uh, I mean ITALY WON THE WORLD CUP!
Here's some photos from the party in Treviso. And what a party indeed.
We drank and screamed and drank and screamed.
I was still drunk when I woke up at noon the next day.
If only this country won the world cup everynight!

One Love,
Percy

PS- I took one photo of the ugliest person in Treviso (see if you can find it below).

Welcome to Wonderful Copenhagen.

2006-07-10T09:14:00.000-07:00

I love this fucking town! Seriously, I think I could live here. Copenhagen has everything you need: a themepark, a brewery, beautiful women, everyone speaks English, and hardcore porno on television.
Thanks for showing me such a fantastic time, Camilla! You're the best!
And one day down the road, when I'm old and homeless in Copenhagen, collecting beer bottles for that five cent redemption, and you find me high on hash at the gate to Christiania, please don't push me away. Look into my eyes and you'll know it's me! Then take me home with you, give me a bath, a haircut, and a warm meal. Because I'd do the same for you.

One love,
Percy Widget

Sharpen your teeth.

At Christiania: "Do we have enough money to buy drugs?"

"Yes, we do!"

One of the Carlsburg elephants shed a single tear as we left. Some sort of brewery stigmata?

Then it was off to Tivoli, the oldest themepark in the world, hidden smack in the middle of Copenhagen!

Before.

After.

Let's do it again!
Watch Andy ride the rollercoaster!

Goddamn this ride was fun. We must have rode it a dozen times.
Watch Andy's eyes bug out of his head!

Bullsye! Camilla won a plush smileyface hand!

At first she wouldn't wear the hand.

But then she did.

If only because I said I'd buy her dinner.

Favel Copenhagen!

The oldest and largest: Roskilde Music Festival

2006-07-08T05:13:00.000-07:00

Leaving Copenhagen for Roskilde... our bags were packed, our press passes in hand, and after a quick stop for booze we hopped a train that took us to where we would live and drink among 100,000 others around seven stages for four nights of 150 bands.
Enjoy the bullshit below.

One Love,
Percy K. Widget

360 degree view of our campsite (click to enlarge).

I passed out drunk but woke up and did it all again: the night before christmas

2006-07-08T02:08:00.000-07:00

Masks. That's what you need that first night of the festival.
Everyone looks better when you're drunk.
And everyone likes to wear a mask.

Waking up from a two day drunk after only one day.

2006-07-07T07:32:00.000-07:00

Sometimes you sleep. Sometimes you pretend to sleep.
It's tough when there's only four hours of darkness.
But at the first day of the festival, who needs sleep?

Editors

A real Viking.

Church of Footwashing.

Fucking everyone is blonde in Denmark.

Axel Rose.

Guns and Roses.

Festival life: sleeping in tents, drinking warm beer, sucking on fingers, and smoking Czech cigarettes.

2006-07-07T05:59:00.000-07:00

On that second or third day of the festival your body gets used to the poison. Or maybe that argumentative part of your temple just keels over drunk. Either way, you can simply open your throat and suck back just about anything anyone hands you.
Here's some of that. In pictures.
And some "Roskilde fashion."
Oh, and some bands too. There were bands at the festival.

A living, breathing bottle opener.

When they gave this to me they didn't tell me what was in it.
"This tastes like cough-syrup and vodka!" I said.
"That's what it is," they said.
God bless the Danish.

I love you.

Laugh it up.

Death by banana.

A visit from the cigarette man!

In the media village, trying to think of a way to get out of work.
"What if I fainted?"
"Well, you'll have to practice," I said.

Andy's such a pussy, his fucking knees got sunburned.

Nap time.

Sex time.

DJ Grasshoppa’s DJ Big Band

Matisyahu

The Barn. duh.

World Cup England vs Portugal in the Media Village.
Goal!

The Two Gallants

Camilla's pee-pee dance.

The greatest thing about Roskilde is the everpresent river of piss!

This guy is Danish. And like most Danes, he thinks he can dance.
Bless his heart.

The Silent Disco... where everyone is dancing but you (beacuse you're outside waiting for some headphones).

2006-07-07T03:19:00.000-07:00

First we brought out the funk with George Clinton.
Then we got down with Kayne West.
But it still wasn't enough. We had our dancing shoes on and beers in our hands and another two hours of darkness and we needed to keep going! We wanted to dance!
And then we saw it... a lone tent in the distance. Silent. With a shitload of motherfuckers lined up waiting to get in.

The Slient Disco!
While some suckers waited outside, we cut the line and went right in because that's the power of the press pass.
And we danced our asses off.
It's a brilliant idea, really: give the kids headphones through which the music plays and let them do their thang.
Fuck, we danced until seven in the morning.

Bartenders.

Chumps waiting for their headphones.

Even where the sun shines 20 hours a day, all things must end...

2006-07-07T02:15:00.000-07:00

Wow. What a ridiculously good time we had!
When you wake up and start drinking and the only decision you have to make is what awesome band you want to go see, life is good. Throughout the entire festival I had only one question: "What are the poor folk doing right now?"
And Andy had a good answer. He said, "They're doing exactly this. Sleeping outside, drinking during the day, not wearing shoes... only they're doing it under a bridge. And struggling with inner-demons."

And on the last morning of the festival, as I stumbled back to the campsite around six or seven, I found a guitar. Then I came across this guy in a pink panther hat and he wanted to play my guitar. So I let him, and we sang Bob Dylan tunes while I drank his beers.
"I'll sell you that guitar," I said.
"Is it yours?"
"Of course."
"How much?"
"100 kroner."
"50 kroner."
"50 kroner and a beer," I said.
"You're drinking the last one."
"OK. 50 Kroner it is."

Then it was over.
I cut open my tent and packed up my shit.
Goodbye Roskilde.
See you next year?

Everyone's favorite drunken Dane... Ciao, Camilla!

2006-06-16T05:11:00.000-07:00

It is with a heavy heart that we bid Camilla farewell.
This place will not be the same without you.
We will be sober. Productive. We will smoke less.
That's not to say that we didn't send you off with a regular evening of debauchery and chaos. And there's no place like Treviso's infamous gay bar to get goofy drunk on absinthe and sing our swan song to you.

Until we meet again,
Percy

Andy. Naked. Welcome to RiverJump #2: Treviso, Italy

2006-06-13T07:17:00.000-07:00

Holy crap. Why can't Andy keep his flipping clothes on?
I mean, for fuck's sake. Give him a few drinks, put him near a body of water, and in he goes, naked as the day he was born.
In this case, there were a few people there and I can't claim to have taken all these damn photos. Federico Urdaneta and Grisha Morgenstern snapped some of these here darn photographs.
Frankly, I'm surprised the hairy bastard survived. Everyone said he'd crack his head open on the rocks at the bottom of the river. Or drown. Or both. Or worse.
But he survived.
Again.
God Bless him.

Sincerely,
Percy Widget

PS- If the 200,000 photos here aren't enough for you. Check out the post jump video.

Hell Bier!

2006-06-09T09:02:00.000-07:00

Yes. Hell Beer.
All upside yr head!

Ya Heard,
Percy K. Widget

Happy birthday, Andy!

2006-06-07T05:07:00.000-07:00

I can't believe he's lived this long! Our child has been on this planet for twenty-four years and counting. That's shocking.
And to celebrate, we cooked him a dinner. Horse. Yes, we all ate horse to celebrate Andy's twenty-fourth. No, it didn't taste like chicken. It tasted delicious!
And god bless those kids for cooking all that food! Oh, and the birthday cake, aren't children the greatest!
Overall everyday of Andy's life is a party, so last night was no diffferent. But Andy was a little calm and low-key about the whole thing, relatively speaking.
When I asked him how crazy shit was gonna get, he said, "I promised my mother I'd keep my clothes on and not jump into or off of anything."
What a fucking pussy.

Happy birthday, Andy!

One Love,
Percy

PS- If you don't get with this girl then I'm gonna.

"Go crazy, go crazy!" says Hansi.

2006-05-29T08:20:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there was a little trial flat party. And then the cops came and kicked everyone out.
So everyone went to Andy's place.
And made a mess equal only to that of wild animals.
But boy was it a fun time! Oh, yeah!

Sincerely,
Percy

Why? For the money, that's why.

2006-05-26T02:33:00.000-07:00

My friend said he masturbates too much and thinks that's the reason he's so weak and tired all the time.
I told him professional boxers don't masturbate and that's why they can kill people with their bare hands. "If you stop masturbating, then you can be strong like them," I said.
"But I don't think I can!"
"Oh come on, I sure as hell can stop masturbating."
"Maybe if we make it a contest."
"Okay," I said. "Fifty euros?"
"Fifty euros."
"The first one to spill his seed loses," I said, and we shook on it.

True Story,
Percy

Three, two, one... Paris!

2006-05-23T02:15:00.000-07:00

Okay, so we went to Paris for the weekend, sort of a spur of the moment, why not, parisian adventure. And it was radical!
I love Paris, really I do. And when I go back it won't be soon enough.
But what did we do in Paris?
Let's see...
We checked out the Centre Pompidou and the Palais de Tokyo for some culture, a little A-R-T.
We ate delicious French food and drank delicious French wine, some of the latter in the sun in the park at the base of the Eiffel Tower.
We went shopping.
We made friends.
We got drunk.
And we went swimming. Well, I mean, Andy got naked and jumped in the canal.
Yeah!
Paris, Je t’aime!

Word is Bond,
Percy K. Widget, Esq.

PS- For those of you planning a trip, I have three words of advice: Oberkampf, Oberkampf, Oberkampf.

Happy Birthday, Federico!

2006-05-19T03:28:00.000-07:00

Wow! We've been partying our asses off! But that's how we do. There's always a reason. But this time, there was more than a reason. Let's say twenty-seven reasons for twenty-seven years.
We did it right: dinner in Venice, drinks, tits, drinks, flowers, drinks, drive, drinks, smoke, drive.
I'm surprised we survived.
Happy birthday, cabron!

One Love,
Percy K. Widget

To Valhalla!

2006-05-19T03:17:00.000-07:00

We trashed his apartment at the goodbye party. We took all the doors off their hinges, swung from the chandeliers, got naked, and screamed at the police when they told us to turn down the music. It was the only way to say goodbye. Linus, aka L-TRAIN, you will be missed! No one can chug a bottle of prosecco like you can. No one but a Viking! God speed, my good friend. Soon enough we will drink together in Sweden.

Sincerely,
Percy

We drink and dance in Venice.

2006-05-19T02:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday we went to Venice for they weekly party at the school of architecture. Only this time we drank for free and Fede, Carlo, and Marco did their whole DJ/VJ nonsense. And it was quite good. The drinking, the dancing... yes. Always and Forever.

Word,
Percy

It's my birthday!

2006-05-08T05:23:00.000-07:00

Yes, today is my birthday! And boy did we have a good time! My girlfriend baked me a cake and we went with all my friends to my most favorite place on earth! Chuck E. Cheese! Yeah!
It was soooo much fun!
I love getting old!
Here's to a full year gone by, and many more to come!

Thanks for the presents,
Percy

PS- It's really been a year now, can you believe it!

TWO WEEKS IN BROOKLYN PART ONE: a silly little birthday party.

2006-05-08T01:58:00.000-07:00

So we had a birthday bash for Zipco and D-Face, and things may have gotten a little out of hand. Did you expect anything less?
If a photo speaks a thousand words, then a video must speak millions.
Here's to many, many more, Zipco! God bless you, child. God bless you.

From the bottom of my crimson heart,
Percy K. Widget

PS- Goddamn did I have a blast in Brooklyn. Don't you ever change! I love you all, those I saw, those I didn't, and those I'll never see again! Wait, that last part just ain't true. Those I'll never see again, well, there are reasons why I'll never see you again. But to the rest of you, I do truely love you all. One above the rest, but that's life. I miss you! Really I do! And when we meet again, let us celebrate our reunion with fireworks of the genitals and copious amounts of beer and laughter. As for the rest of you, more of the same. And then some.

TWO WEEKS IN BROOKLYN PART TWO: beauty bar, sinclair compound, pen fest, & one dead baby bird

2006-05-08T01:54:00.000-07:00

These are all pretty self-explanatory:
beauty bar, check.
zip and ian, check.
benetton talk and brooklyn lager, check.
prettiest girl in the whole wide world, check.
dead baby bird, check.

Percy.

TWO WEEKS IN BROOKLYN PART THREE: we marched to the water taxi before hitting a birthday bash in the old neighborhood.

2006-05-04T08:54:00.000-07:00

Yes, it's been three years now, give or take, since the US of A invaded Iraq. And I'll be damned if the hippies ever stop marching. But this year's march against the war was different. Ya know why? I'll tell ya why. Because we stopped the war! That's right, we brought the troops home and made peace in the middle east!
Not really, though.
There was this one dude at the march whose sign read what most of us were embarrassed to be thinking:
another year, another march,
same president, same war,
see you next year!
We should have stoned him in the streets and hung our heads in shame but we didn't.
Instead we played the ponies at the OTB and took a glorious watertaxi ride to Red Hook! If gambling and boats don't say America then what does?
Bed-Stuy birthday parties, that's what does. And we drank and danced and forgot all about our problems, if only for a little while.

Word is bond,
Percy K. Widget

Clovis closes and we drink ourselves to death in Rosemary's phonebooth.

2006-05-04T08:48:00.000-07:00

Real quick, everyone pour a little on the ground for Clovis Bookstore which closed its doors for good last weekend. I wish I could say it's gone on to a better place, but that's just not where independent bookstores go. They go nowhere. After one final grizzly death gargle, Clovis puked up its shelves and trinkets onto the street for hobos and hipsters to ransack before everyone forgets the store was ever there at all. Clovis, you will be missed.

Sincerely,
Percy

Back in Brooklyn!

2006-04-21T09:30:00.000-07:00

Damn it feels good to be back. More pictures to come, it's just that since I've been back I've been drinking in the park with all my old friends, Flash, J-Maker, Killa Klown, and Hoop.
They're good people.
Oh, and I also went to Eric's art opening and we rocked out in the presence of some of his wonderful paintings.
Then we went drinking and did a bunch of terrible cocaine before curling up with a 500 pound, one-eyed cat.

Word is bond,
Percy K. Widget

PS- Whoever told Andy those stupid sunglasses were cool should be beaten with their own shoes. Andy too for matter. Yo dude, you look like a tool. And I say this as your friend.

Twenty hours in Prague.

2006-04-21T09:17:00.000-07:00

Short trip. But that's cool. We stayed with Andy's friend Danica and her bear, hit some strange Czech rock concert, drank drinks loosely translated as "cement," and then woke up to catch our flight out. It was just a layover really but, what did we learn? Three things:
- Czech is an impossible fuckin' language.
- Everyone in Prague smokes. Everyone. Everywhere. And that's wonderful.
- It pays to pose naked for photographers.

Word,
Percy

Deep tunnel parties & chicks with dicks: welcome to Milano.

2006-04-12T07:35:00.000-07:00

We got our freak on last weekend. Miano style. We drank from around four in the afternoon until six in the morning. And then we had a nightcap for that awful early-morning train ride home.
But that's how we roll.
First some fancypants exhibit party. Then some druggie tunnel party. Then the VIP disco club dance-all-night party, which included chicks with dicks dancing on the bar. Duh.

Ya heard,
Percy

Election Day (per Italia)!

2006-04-10T06:29:00.000-07:00

They're counting the votes as I write this. What does the future hold for Italy? Another five years or so of Berlusconi? An underdog win by Prodi?
Who cares. I'm just happy they can finally take down all these stupid posters.

Word is bond,
Percy

PS- Yes, this first poster is the party of Mussolini's great-grand-daughter or some shit. It reads, "The Militant Right, The Social Alternative with Alessandra Mussolini, vote Paolo Caratossidis."
Occasionally I have to remind myself that this country was once happily Fascist. Hell, they invented it!

The eternal city!

2006-04-06T03:25:00.000-07:00

So I spent the last few days and nights in Rome with Andy and his parents. And if you thought Andy was a drunkard, jesus, wait until you drink with mama e papa smith! Like famished water buffalos, I tell ya!
As most of it is a blur of wine and ancient relics, I composed a little list of the bullshit below. Enjoy!

- OG Roma, including the Pantheon, the Forum, St. Peter's, the Colosseum, the Vatican, and the catacombs of Saint Calisto.
- some statues of Casear and the other Casear and still the other Casear(s).
- genuine Romans, one homeless and bald drinking from a filthy fountain, the other old and stylish so fuckin' relaxed he's actually levitating.
- Andy's parents.
- tourists.
- one nun.
- one gladiator.
- two dead popes.

On the reals,
Percy K. Widget, Esq.

Yes, that is a bona fide skinhead hoodie. Buy your's today!

I'm getting too old for this shit.

2006-03-29T01:55:00.000-08:00

The partying has gotten out of hand lately. Especially for our favorite excessively hairy bastard, Andy.
We went to some party at the school of architecture in Venice and that was fun, full of punks and hippies and druggies and dogs, lots of fucking dogs. What's up with that?
Oh, but before that we went to a concert. What I mean is that some band docked their boat on the canal outside a bar and started playing. And they weren't half bad. Then another boat showed up. A police boat.
But by then end of the night that was of little consequence. We still got shitfaced. Especially Andy.
And on our way outta town we befriended these homeless guys at the train station. They shared their grappa with us. And yes, that man has a grip like a fucking python. He nearly broke my hand while shaking it.
The next morning I felt like death. I felt like my insides had been poisoned.
And Andy wasn't around, which worried me.
Then I remembered: he sleept outside the train station in Venice with the those homeless drunkards. Where he belongs.
Like I said, I'm getting too old for this shit.

Word is bond,
Percy K. Widget

Pimp my doll. Do it. Now.

2006-03-29T01:04:00.000-08:00

Last Friday we hit Venice for the Pimp My Doll show that featured work by some of our very own Fabricanti. The mood was right, the air was turbulent, and the prosecco flowed like water. Even the pizza delivery girl sampled a bit. And fun was had by all.
Then Marco found a vaccum cleaner and we carried it back to Treviso. For what it's worth.

Word is bond,
Percy

Free Wine Party!

2006-03-21T05:04:00.000-08:00

Some of us already know Andy is a drunkard. But really, he's taken it to the next level.
At Fabrica, they all eat in the cafeteria and the cafeteria offers water, coca-cola, orangina, beer, and wine. And Andy's bright idea was to convince everyone at Fabrica to collect a bottle (1/4 liter) each day. And the goal: 150 bottles of wine.
It didn't take long.
Two weeks later, Andy had his 150 bottles of wine, used 60 of them to make about 25 liters of sangria, not to mention some hot wine ala hansi, and invited everyone over to his friend's house (would never do it at his own place, the pussy), and thus St. Patrick's Day brought with it The First Annual Fabrica Free Wine Party!
And what a party it was. Andy drank so much wine he projectile vomited off the balcony. A certain unnamed girl got a little drunk and made out with just about everything. Bottles were broken, spun, piled, stacked, and broken some more.
Yet in the end, no one was seriously hurt.
And generations of Irish-Italians rolled around in their graves, not sure what to make of the festivities.
The next morning, I pooped green.

Word Is Bond,
Percy

Carnival in Venice.

2006-03-15T03:03:00.000-08:00

We got to Venice around noon and started drinking. The afternoon was filled with tourists armed with cameras, elaborate Venetian costumes, and pigeons, lots of pigeons!
As night set, the booze kicked in. We danced and made merry.
Some of us ran home around midnight.
Some of us stayed, continued to party, and passed out in an alley around dawn.

Word Is Bond,
Percy

PS- Some of you have been giving me shit about my lack of timeliness when it comes to posting. Sure, carnival was a few weeks ago. But the pictures are here! And here with a vengence, some 200-strong!
Don't call it a comeback.

Miss Mixologist.

Box wine in transit.

Andy buys beer.

Dog buys dog food.

The homeless don't celebrate Carnival. They scrounge for food in the trash.

Super Men!

For fuck's sake, put your pants back on!

Carnival nerds.

Since when does whiskey come in spray paint cans?

Vagina?

Scuba Genius!

Six am, party's over!

Shrove Tuesday.

2006-03-15T02:46:00.000-08:00

Round two of Carnival...
Drunker than the first.
Enjoy.

Word Is Bond,
Percy

Lesbian cowgirls.

Gloves and Champagne (and beer)...

"But you just had a bottle!"

Vikings can drink, ya heard.

Step one: dig out a juicy booger.

Step two: claim your beer.

That's right!

This guy was awesome. He just wheeled around a big speaker connected to his Ipod and everyone followed and danced as he moved from piazza to piazza. But when we got to this one piazza there was a little arguement or something. They were all speaking Italian.

Drunk.

Drunk. Drunk.

He's down! Oh man, that's gotta smarts!

But he's getting up...

He's okay, folks!

Yes!

Pissing and Puking...

Winners!