There was a great dance floor with the best 80s hits playing all night.
I love the way girls dance.
You would never see a guy bust out The Velociraptor.
Rawrrrr...
Crapster was displaying signs of sketchiness, as usual. (She later disappeared into the night, probably with random gays a la Hot Dog: Episode 1.)
And Bobby stocked up on PBR at the bar.
Yuck.
The superstars of this totally epic week, having shown up and partied their little heinies off for the past three nights, have been, of course, G-Money...
And AnnieAli, who has blasted into the world of eggfurious with lightning speed and precision.
I think Wally was feeling pretty glorious.
Paula (the gf) was a pretty good sport about having to constantly reclaim him from the throngs of barsluts basically throwing themselves at our boy.
A confident, non-jealous little "Girls, please." (eyeroll) as we literally yanked him out of a group of four blonde sluts each with a hand resting somewhere on her man was a pretty classy and hilarious way of dealing with it and kind of made her my hero.
It was a tremendously good time and we stayed, singing and dancing, until closing.
After the party was the afterparty and we all headed over to Bobby's where the dance party was even sweeter, if that's even possible.
Birthday boy spent a good 20 minutes with his head in a toilet but managed to rally back to full force, afterpartying until about 5am.
Happy Birthday Walter!
Bobbo, you rule!
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