Pop that Pu$$y.

Dropped this at a house party last night. Yep, I've resulted to the house party scene as Seattle's flakey-ass bookers have been true to form lately. Perhaps instead of putting together some original sets, I should only care about packing the place with American Crapparel covered scenesters who pose for blog photos instead of actually dancing, cuz that shit is cool right? (Sorry, perhaps I should make my bitterness a bit less obvious)