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 Joyce and I journeying through history to the old west in order to rescue the very first bikini car wash.  This was the night Gilbran and I finally ended the age old debate on whether Muay Thai or Mime was a more powerful martial art.  Captain Party assembles a small party squad to storm the keg line. There were no survivors.  JL dances up on a hard-as-nails Cholo street warrior.  In this combat form, Captain Party is immune to all Earth weaponry.  Xjan, me, and Kitty at a porn star party. Not pictured: Twatya Delicious.  West Side Massive.   I have no explanation for this.  Even pressed against the breasts of seductive desire, Captain Party never stops raging. Next Back to the Main Photo Album |
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