sheer effing mayhem!

real men drink whisky.


the pirate that momentarily staved off seth's raging insanity, but in the end only fueled the fires.


seth supplies guest vocals, unbeknownst to the band that was playing.


after we had to put seth to sleep, micah and i hit the party circuit. here's our good friend "bry bry, chevre?".


and what night is complete without the beer helmet.

-gar

p.s. terror abounded! brother pitted against brother! injuries sustained by innocent bystanders! shirt buttons removed by adrenaline-fueled maniacs! vomit at the foot of the bed, surely not mine! chaos reigns!