January 03, 2004
Every one knows what New Year?s Eve really means. Hard. Core. Party. As I?m sure you already know; we at Fuzzy Blowfish excel at anything and everything. So of course, partying is no exception. To give you an idea of how truly pathetic all you losers are, we kidnapped and forced photographer Michelle Alderete to keep a visual journal of our extreme awesomeness and mad party skills. So here it is, enjoy.
First on the agenda is picking up ?the crew.? I hop in my phat ride and jam to their various cribs and hizzys.
Once we?re all in the same place, we go strait to the pyrotechnics. Matt gets a flame goin.
It wasn?t too long before we decided that Christmas is inherently evil, so we burned the satanic relic that is our old Christmas tree.
After we all grew weary of the mortal institution that you call ?bonfire,? it was time to whip out the wizard wands.
This consequently lead to angry gangsta? battles.
Of course, that dropped us strait in to some hot, sexy Harry Potter/Jedi/Matrix warfare.
We got bored of that, though, so we decided to do some Extreme Footing.
And what Extreme Footing activity doesn't lead to a hard-core throw down of a game you humanoids call ?basketball.?
Then, to attract the ladies, we all did some centerfold style posing on someone else?s car. HOT.
Finally, to end the night, we all got drunk* and busted out with some crazy breakdancin? action.
*NOTE: No one actually drank anything.**
Credits
Photography? Michelle Alderete
Fire-probist? Matthew King
Asian Kid? Freddy ?Pingpong? Pot
Jumping Moron? Adam Glasgow
**NOTENOTE: Well, Pingpong had some root beer.
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