The only evening I EVER tried to host a party at my fabulous penthouse and it doesn't rain, it doesn't storm, but there is a HURRICANE! That didn't stop my lovely pets (or the out of work actors I pay to pose as my friends) from venturing out to Brooklyn in droves. In this picture you can see Chris V. horrifying us with gruesome tales of homosexual exploits at left, and Brooke D. at right looking for another cupcake to defile with her mouth.
Above and out of focus are: sleepy Lukie, my stalker, and my BFF. They succeeded yet again in a challenge in which gentiles were pitted against Jews in a battle of arts, sciences, culture, and general intelligence. But don't trust this account. They do run the media after all.