Office Christmas Party Monday night.

Here are three stand out pictures.



From the upcoming "Men of Bad Taste 2004" calendar. Sloth snuck in on the right hand side, but he doesn't look out of place.



Your camera is like your wingman - and you NEVER leave your wingman.



Tentatively entitled "The Non-conformist." I am modelling my fabulous, furry, leopard-skin Christmas shirt in the vain hope someone will want to fondle it.

As usual it was a hoot - mucho steam blown off. Also, as usual, the participants dwindled toward the end of the night as their tolerance for alcohol was expended. For the record I left at 4:30 AM.