What a wonderful December 8th, 2005 it was.
aka HIT ME BITCH
featuring Chris from the AKAs

6pm: Starting the farewell to Julia night off right.



It has chicken in it.



A bird, a plane....



It's YEN!



Baby face birthday!



No, that's not what you think it is. It is Chris's facial hair.



"hahahaha...hair"



Took Julia all of 4 seconds to grow that monster 'stache.



"Dear Drop Dead Fred..."



The resemblance is uncanny.



SO GOOD



Smiles all around.



Yikes



YES! FUCK YOU TOO CHRIS!



I'll posterize all over your face.



I think Tracey burped, and didn't excuse herself. Chris was not happy...
...when you're in the company of Urban Men you mind your manners.



I'm SORRY!



J P



Nose!



Lumpy dog.



Quintessential Val



Do not let me play with lighters.



Kristin and James (aka J.J.) the statue.



That TV sure was bright.



YO, KMAK and D.P. (define) representing.



Add your own caption to this one, I'm not touching it.



This is a picture form Chris's camera, (thank you Chris).



This is my picture taken at the exact same time capturing Chris's flash.



Carbomb... James made a mess, you can see the beer drops in mid air.



"Oh God, oh Jeeze!"



Sweet



Priceless



The brothers southern.



The spouses eastern.



Julia in the elevator.



WHY AREN'T WE MOVING?!



I said, "WHY AREN'T WE MOVING!?!!!?"



NOBODY PRESSED THE BUTTON!



Babe plus hallway = good times.



James as the son of God, our savior.



Boxed WINE!



Pictures of pictures.



Party Holiday Inn style.



Faced, straight up, pre-paid.



Guess who is doing the Babe poking.



Let's put on each other's clothes time!



Back at Rock Bottom. Babe says, "meooooow."



Mr. Bazan and Kiki came to say hi.



If this Uncle Sam says he wants you, turn and run.



No tolls on the ride home, so Chris puts up for double wise men.



Nothing good will come of this he thinks.



Natty is worried.



Swirly things transpired.



Ajay in the company of very tall men.



YO, Julia, try to keep it on the d/l.



Locking arms, GO!



Zoom zoom.



The 3 wise men have arrived.



Aaron sees the star of Bethlehem.



As well as many many other stars at this point.



Ajay there to comfort the new father.



Things got blurry from there on for Aaron.



ACES!



Liz wishes she was at Hooters.



Russian Booze was served.



I was upset the bar seats didn't match her outfit too! WTF?



Val doesn't stop drinking to pose for pictures, she just keeps right on trucking.



Censured by the Canadian Board of Standards and Practices.



Peace out bifocal vision.



Well the smoke was perfectly in focus.



FOOT + FOOT = FOOTSIE



I can't see straight, BUT WHO NEEDS TOO!?



DMs for everyone!



Panorama time.



I think I need a shave.



But this one might disagree.



The Federal DO NOT CALL list need not apply.
Alternate title: SEND THEM DAMN SLUTS HOME PACKING



Kikers!



Welcome to the club Merino, we said good bye to bifocal vision like 2 hours ago.



Klock, knock the block off, and goodnight nurse.



It snowed finally!!



6am SNOW!


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