Deflated sex dolls reflected our brain cells the morning after, as we trudged through broken glass & broken bodies - passed out on the beer-stained couches that lined cold concrete... if only walls could talk...
They would probably say fuck I am hung over.
A memorable evening of good music & free flowing booze kept the party alive, spontaneous orgys were walked in on, a fight almost broke out with the actor from Wolf Creek, Surfer Dude, and other Z-grade movies... A flaming fence and decapitated black metal heads welcomed party goers both new and old.
We would like to say a big thank you to everyone who joined us the night of April 22nd for a party we threw for basically no reason at all.
And here's to plenty more!