WhoreHouse Party, er Wherehouse?

Girl fights make me soo wet.

Multiple bands, five kegs...of rootbeer and applejuice, empty wharehouse what more do you want? With the night starting early (round 8) we knew it would be at least hours before the police came a knocking. While rumors of flyers signaled that idiots would be attending, everyone readied their cameras for fights. Especially long awaited fights pumped up by that horrible horrible guestbook. Wouldn't it be nice to get rid of it? I hate when people are allowed to say whatever they want. Man I wish I could stand in seperate lines for bread and eggs too. ::Anger residing::.......ahhh ok, anyway many fights broke out and it was fun to watch. Allen broke a bottle on his head, while Hod, not present answered back in spirit. Some madman pissed on everyone too, which was very very funny. Good stuff watching the masses part like the red sea as a solid yellow stream nails those too slow to move.

Finally the cops came but no one ran for their lives, in fact no one ran at all. Wierder still, the cops were calm and polite, theyasked us to go home, and everyone did. No beer bottles thrown, no DUI's, no MIP's....everyone just quickly and quietly went off into the night. Thanks to Costa Mesa for a wonderdul evening.

-Lugo