Wednesday, September 15, 2010

GOOD TIMES: JEW YEAR'S EVE

It is now a Good Times tradition to drink Jew wine (aka Manischewitz) and be merry for all the major Jew holidays. Actually, we pretty much get drunk and merry every Wednesday at our weekly party, though our Rosh Hashanah bash somehow turned into an elaborate advertorial for Manischewitz, if we're to believe Kelvin's picture taking.


OMG to his Human Centipede shirt on the left! It's almost like art imitating art with that big Human Centipede-inspired poster behind Rainblo (center) and his crew.


Liam (on the right) = so not getting buried in any Jewish cemetery with all them tattoos. Will, on the other hand, can bury that cute little face of his anywhere he'd like. Excited for his Spank Saturday afternoon warehouse party this weekend!


These pictures might be a little more believable if Kelvin actually broke the seal on the twist-off cap to that bottle. She does love a good prop though (as witnessed in last week's cone bra pics).


Stroke it for me, stroke it for me.


As long as we're on the topic of advertorials, American Apparel should be paying Jordan for looking so good in his collection of soft, black tanks from them, which he apparently owns 10 of.


Jew nose to jew bottle, as I pumped an entire new set of Klezmer hits just for this very party until someone remarked, "you're really going full throttle with the Jew music tonight."


Instead of captioning the same pose, let's play guess Kelvin's photo direction: "BLOW THE WINE BOTTLE! NO, KEEP DOING IT. ONE MORE!"


"I WANT YOU TO BOTH GO FOR IT WITH THE WINE BOTTLE. DOUBLE TEAM THE WINE BOTTLE. ONE MORE!!!!!"


A motley crew of jewligans (or jew chasers is more like it) if I may say so myself. Somebody wake up Casey!


Bill Coleman (left) walked in just as I played his long lost bitch track, Miss Tina. "My name is Tina and I'm muthafuckin' fierce!" Ulee (right) was in shock.


Butching it up for his Jewish New Year's resolution.


And hello to the one in the center. That Madonna: Before the Surgery bottle blowjobs thing is so last week but I'm not mad at it in this particular instance.


Andy didn't jet off to Israel to celebrate Jew Year's Eve in the motherland (unlike some Good Times bartenders we know) despite his affinity for dark and hairy men.


Scott (right) is totally being propped up by Shaquandre in this here pic after a few too many $1 vodkas (11-1130!) and free Manischewitz shots. Oh, and he still has some stunning artwork for sale from his K48 fundraiser. And I really need to see the new K48 so help a brutha out.


I am officially over these Madonna Open Your Heart pork pie hats. No offense to the guy wearing one here.


GENIE IS GONNA PUT A SPELL ON YOU!


I think this is supposed to be some metaphor for seeing through beer goggles.


Or as the case may be, Manischewitz goggles.


Terrified and excited all at once, either because he's about to lose an ear or he knows that next week is Banjee Good Times, with guest DJ Telfar keeping it banj with me and a live performance from L.A.'s Ab Soto!


U.N.I.T.Y.


L'shanah tovah and happy 5771! See you next week. xo, Sparber, Mikey and our jug(s).

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