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.

Damien and I at a superhero party.

I have no explanation for this.

Even pressed against the breasts of seductive desire, Captain Party never stops raging.


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