Oops, forgot a couple.
This was when wirthling's roommate Maxine bet him $50 that he wouldn't streak two blocks through downtown Annapolis. He would have made it, too, if that fucking Navy puke hadn't clotheslined him.
This is a picture of a little surprise I left in one of the vents in wirthling's house. He probably would have found it if I hadn't shoved it back in a few feet with a broom handle.
This lovely young lady ran into us at Dave & Buster's. She made the mistake of betting us a flash of her breasts that kaufman couldn't recite pi to five hundred decimal places in under two minutes while playing House of the Dead 2. As you can see, she lost.
Mike learns all about rohypnol when he wakes up in the Victoria's Secret changing room in a lovely little red satin number. Always order a fresh drink when you come back from the bathroom.
After everyone telling me that the old slinky on the escalator is bullshit, I prove them wrong with a dozen of them that I 'borrowed' from a nearby Kaybee Toys. I do feel bad about that lady tripping, but what an action shot!
Wirthling didn't believe that a billiard ball will fit into a mouth but won't come out. Can you believe that goon? There was a crowd of about four hundred people by the time the EMTs got there. Rather ironic, wouldn't you say? He always thought he'd be the one with the crowbar.
A photo shoot wouldn't be complete without our reenactment of the ending scene from 'The Full Monty'. It was nice of the other gents to inform me that they were planning on wearing jocks. It was fucking cold in there, dammit!
