December 2004 pt. 1

A crunk birthday party, a crunk formal, and crunk performances!

Wharton • D Basement • My Birthday! • Petey Pablo always leads to naked dancing.  This was supposed to be a Brazilian-themed birthday, but fortunately it ended up being naked themed.

Wharton • D Basement • Birthday! • My bartenders reeeeeeally like each other, eh?  And by "my," I mean "Steph, Ash, Megs, Anna, Maria, and myself."  Because we rock.

Wharton • The Formal brings out the pimps of Wharton AB 2nd.  Awesome hat courtesy of Maria.

WRC • Myra tunes her guitar.  She's really good!  And I'm a sucker for curls.

Upper Tarble • This page's mandatory Peter/Fieldie pic featers Peter with his cigar and Fieldie with his flask of Jack.  I don't even have to comment.

WRC • Bradlow jams out.  He switched from pick to his fingers in mid-song like a badass.  Too bad he's from South Africa and loves apartheid.  Yo, uptight politically-correct kids:  that was a joke.  He's not a racist.  Neither am I.

Wharton • This ass won assassins!  Basically, people run around campus and "assassinate" each other by grabbing their victim's ass.  Last man standing (Matt) wins!

Wharton • All the rabid ladies tore Peter's nice tuxedo pants at the formal in a successful effort to get "in his pants."  That's a big tear.