Birthday Festivities

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As you may know, last night was Doctor Dozer’s 21st birthday. Now, the Doctor is a big-time party animal, so to celebrate, well, we really got down. blogsquatch and I are living together this summer, so we had the whole BIBTTP crew, plus a few Friends of the Blog and assorted others (it’s hard putting up with all the groupies and hangers-on, but it’s the price you pay for having such a successful blog). The bacchanalia that followed was truly of epic proportions. Religion was a major theme of the party, as it featured celebration of the Greek god Dionysus, worship of the porcelain god, and much kneeling before the altar of the boner god. Because we’re just that cool, we recorded it all for our own later amusement, and of course that of society. See the pictures and story after the jump…

Here’s Doctor Dozer himself, man of the night! He’s accompanied by the prettiest girl in our friendship-group, Nurse Napper. (Hell, I don’t know what to call it. Any suggestions?) Wouldn’t they be a wonderful couple, folks? The Doctor’s had his eye on her for a while, but never really had the chance to examine her, if you catch my drift. Given that it’s his 21st and all, maybe things will change…

You’ll note, of course, that this was taken at the beginning of the night, back when the good Doctor still had control enough of his faculties to flash a ‘thumbs-up.’ (He had a shirt on, too.) In the background you can spot blogsquatch, who had a camera of his own. (But you won’t be seeing his pictures here!) (More on those parentheses later…)



And here’s some of the rest of the crew. The brunette with the stony-faced expression is Friend of the Blog karabeara, while the stoned-faced gentleman is our new addition, theShow. You can be assured she made him feel quite welcome later that night. The fellow in the hip black and gray poncho is angrybostonian, while the pretty redhead—and the only one making an effort in the picture, the rest of you should be ashamed of yourselves!—is xxcutiepieprincessxx. As you can see, they’re all geared up for a night of getting wasted! (But not so wasted that they neglect to obscure crucial personal details on their personages. Like I said, we have enough trouble with groupies already.)



And a shot of our bar. (Get it? Shot? Bar? You know, because both are connected to consuming alcohol? Man, I’m funny. This is harder than it looks, though. Kids, don’t try it at home.) As you can see, we had a fine selection. Bartender—and designed driver!—for the night was thefuturemrsdelong.



Here’s Official Friend of the Site Biag-Kid, with an unknown female. (Fuckin’ groupies…) Well, unknown to the rest of us, anyway. ’Cause later than night, Biag-Kid certainly knew her! (In the Biblical sense, I mean. But in the other sense too, I suppose.) I have no idea what’s around her neck, but I imagine it’s some form of oral sex aid.



And in our final establishing shot, you can see JuicyJuice and blogsquatch. Clearly, JuicyJuice is the height of cool, while blogsquatch is foreign.



The Doctor got his night started off right, with a bit of dancing. Check out those moves! Like a young Helio Castroneves, he is.



Meanwhile, JuicyJuice and blogsquatch spent their time at the Beirut table. JuicyJuice also apparently developed some sort of tumor in his jaw that will need to be looked at.



They had a good deal of success—there’s JuicyJuice congratulating blogsquatch on yet another shot hit—but, based on blogsquatch’s ability to open his eyes, anyway, they’d been playing for a long time. I hope nothing bad happens…



And yup, here it comes. Oh, and about that camera—in blogsquatch’s rush to avoid puking all over himself, he dropped it in the toilet. Whoops.



In this split-screen shot, you can get an idea of what was to come. Nurse Napper, you see, was a bit more impressed with JuicyJuice’s tossing than the Doctor’s dancing, so she hopped onto his team for the next game. Having an objection to the defection of the object of his affections, Doctor Dozer tried playing some Beirut in an effort to gain her attention back. He hoped to wow her with his laser-rocket arm and sexy six-pack, but…



Alas, his best efforts were in vain. After all, you actually need a laser-rocket arm and sexy six-pack to use them to wow girls. Following the game, Nurse Napper proved more interested in slugging from her flask and admiring JuicyJuice’s crotchal region than the birthday boy. Trouble was a-brewin’! Was the Doctor not even going to be able to ‘play doctor,’ if you know what I mean, on his birthday?



Desperate times called for desperate measures, and the Doctor’s shirt came off. He just had to get lucky on his birthday! And at this point, it mattered less and less with whom… He tried a bit of grinding up on Biag-Kid (please note that the Doctor was not nearly the largest person to grind up on Biag-Kid that night), trying to wow BK with his moves. (For all the Doctor’s gay jokes… Well, you get the idea.)



Biag-Kid had other things on his mind though—he was more interested in nailing hippos than those who took the Hippocratic Oath, you see—and the Doctor found himself once again ignored. Shirt still off, he focused his attentions on thefuturemrsdelong, giving her a nice view of the Doctor Dozer Dumper.



Did it work? Did the Doctor bust out the ol’ Doc Cock on his birthday? Did thefutremrsdelong help Doctor Dozer satisfy his many manly needs and desires? You be the judge…



Fuck yeah! (Skull-fuck yeah!) Looks like thefuturemrsdelong, the designated driver, was ridden a bit herself! Good for you, Doctor. To many more…

Happy Birthday Buddy!