Party at Csquat, Plus Duck Fucking!














I really don't have any photos of duck fucking. I was just sitting here thinking about the phrase "Fuck a Duck!" Is it just fun to say because it rhymes or did someone actually witness this and yell that out? Or were they giving orders to some sicko to DO that to a duck? Yeah, that is what I am thinking about on a Sunday at 2am. Imagine if I smoked weed? I would never sleep again! Or even less than I already do! How much do ducks sleep anyway? God, just shut up already! You tend to go on and now i'm bored.

So I will post these pics from a dance party I went to at Csquat Saturday night. Everyone who comes into the record store I work at was EXTRA crazy last night so I really needed to relax and drink a beer and dance for about 3 hours. Dance to forget that guy who listened to 67 records, ended up buying 2, and wanted a discount on them. And yes, the Cat Stevens Numbers album is STILL there in case you were wondering. It's going in the window next time I work. I think it steals a little bit of my soul every time that i'm there.

AnySmut, here is..well, a lot of folks..Shayne and I, Emily and I, Tanya, Mimi, Hassan, Porno Dave, Matt..A Hooters Frisbee thrown into the mix..and a five dollar bill which I still have that we found on the floor with those enlightening words scrawled all over it. I don't really know where to spend it..Mars Bar I guess. Or a Church donation bucket!