
The 2nd Annual Big Daddy and HaumschildThat's right, Big Daddy and his best pal Mr. Haumschild had themselves a New Year Eve Bash to kick in the new year with a bang! It was also Big Daddy's birthday, so double the excitment, double the fun(not to mention double the present, WHO HOO!!)! So, here are some pics for everyone to enjoy so they too can share in the fun and excitment of a Big Daddy bash!
Yes, that's me, Big Daddy, sitting in my new portable chair looking stupid as usual! That's my "I'm running for president" pose. Don't you just want to vote for me already? Everyone, that's Janelle. Janelle, that's everyone. There, not that everyone is introduced, I can start the bidding! We'll begin at 50 cents, anyone, do I hear 50 cents! Just kidding, I don't think she'd like it if I sold her, but she does call me Master, so I don't think I'm over stepping my limits here. Isn't she hot though? Too bad those aren't picture red eyes, but the evil eyes of a woman on a mission to take out the male species. Notice that grin? That's not a "smile for the camera" kind of grin, ohhhhhh no. That's a "As soon as you put down the camera, you're going to lose your two best friends" kind of grin!
On the left, there you see Dain trying to push a button on my NES Advantage that is connected to my awesome 8-bit Nintendo system! NOTHING, and I do mean, NOTHING, will ever beat the oringinal Nintendo. The other person is none other then Mr. Haumschild himself. The game they're playing was part of our competion in the game of Ice Hockey, where I was the supreme ruler over it. Oh, don't worry about their faces, they're always like that.
From left and circling over we have Megan, Dain, Alcohol Paul, and Karla. They were playing a stupid ass dare game in my bedroom at the party. In this picture, we have either Alcohol Paul about to take his shirt off, or just finishing putting it back on, and yes, he is just that skinny.
Yes, that's right, the Daddymeister and the Humster are together celebrate their success at their 2nd Annual party. These two are the hosts of the party that brought the police at 1:30 in the morning. Now, how fun are these two eh? Don't you just want to lick them all up!?
Alcohol Paul and Mr. Haumschild are locked into a heated battle in our Connect Four tournament that was held after the new year. Brad, who's sitting off to the left, is silently awaiting the outcome to see who he plays next. Big Daddy won the tournament(obviously), while Mr. Haumschild lost both his matches and was the first one out of the tournament.
Here we see Paul holding what's important to him, his girlfriend and my good friend Miss Karla. We also see Brad holding what's important to him, his copy of the "Best of WrestleMania". Get a life Brad. Don't worry folks, he always looks like that as well.
In this photo, we have the only picture we took dealing with the climax of the evening, MIDNIGHT! Yes, midnight. This is where Mr. Haumschild and I take the wine glasses that we bought from Macy's, fill it up with Sparkling cyber, toast to the New Year, and then throw the glasses out my second story window to the blacktop below! Of course, that's followed with the bottle of cyder. This year was a little bit better then last year's "Tossing of the glasses" since every member of the party tossed their plastic wine glasses out the window as well. At that moment in time, Brad was taking his turn, while Trent, Karla, and Dale paitently await theirs. Hey, I didn't know I had saltine crackers! WHO HOO!!! Daddy's gonna eat TONIGHT!!!!!
Here we have the two hosts again, ready to make their New Years Eve toast to the rest of the people attending this huge extravaganza. Those are also the wine glasses that are now in little bitty peices outside Big Daddy'd window. What a party, what a year. Any one who wants to be invited to Next Year's party, just send Daddy an e-mail, he'll put you on the list.
It should also be noted that there are no pictures of Big Mack at this party because he did not attend. He was too "tired" to go. BAH! What a wuss! I want everyone to e-mail him and give him shit for not coming!








