Pudding in the pants
So my housemate Mitch volunteered our house for a hardcore show/pudding wrestling party this afternoon/evening. The hardcore band was really loud and we had four cop cars at our house within twenty minutes. That, however, did not stop a fairly intoxicated Mitch and his friend (for whose birthday the party was thrown) from jumping into the pudding and going at it.
As a reminder...I live in Denver. It is winter. That white stuff you see in the background of the photo is snow. The temperature might have been 40`F at that point. But I suppose it would have been a shame to waste that 200lbs of pudding.
Poor choices abound.