NewNaughty ABC party

The theme for our next party has been announced. We got a few requests for this one so I think it will be a great time. The theme is Anything But Clothes so get creative and start making your outfit. Here's a few pictures for inspiration:

Bailing in the nick of time

It was a friday night, and for whatever reason, no one was around to enjoy it. It was just confident and myself, and we did not have much faith in the night. Then I got the tip of a lifetime; a friend of mine informed me that a mutual acquaintance was planning a party. I didn't really need any more details than that; it had been a while since we had heard of any really fun parties that we weren't ourselves hosting. We showed up fashionably late, as usual, after pregaming pretty hard back at our place. Looking around we could see there was a few really attractive females, but the ratio was hardly in our favor so we decided to just create an opportunity for us to set ourselves apart from every other random guy there. We got on the beer pong table and ran it for a solid 4 games in a row. Not a very impressive run, but it was enough for us to maintain the center of attention and talk up NewNaughty.
We were having a decent time over there but we ran out of beer and got bored of talking to girls with boyfriends so we decided to leave and grab some late night grub. Our timing couldn't have been better, because just before we walked around the corner we looked back and saw flashing lights, and police officers walking towards the very door we just walked out of...

413?

Does anyone know what goes on in western Massachusetts? I've spent 7 years of my life living in New Hampshire, and the last year living in Lowell, MA, yet I have never had a single reason to travel west of Boston. Well the mystery of western Mass can now be laid to rest. In this video Dr. Westchesterson takes you on a tour around his home turf of Western Massachusetts; also known as...the 413.

The Honda Guy

So I was talking to a guy the other day, he was a small tattooed man of Mexican descent, not more than 30 years of age.
He told me he was excited to do some work to his Honda. As soon as the words left his mouth I waited with the eagerness of a 12 year old on Christmas for the words i knew would come next.
V-Tech! He did not disappoint. Honda drivers love to highlight that they have a v-tech motor, as if the extra 9 horsepower of the upgraded motor will somehow make their entry level front wheel drive family sedan less shitty.
He started telling me about the plans for his next modification; He wanted to switch his American Honda civic's interior so that the steering wheel was on the right side instead of the left side.
"Yeah dude that's how they do it in Japan!" Clearly this guy has watched tokyo drift too many times.
So he took the civic to a shop and they quoted him 15000 dollars to do the job. 15 grand! that's at least 15 times what the car is worth, just to ruin the value by making his car look "JDM".
In case it wasn't obvious by the fact that he thought it was a good idea to modify a civic, this guy wasn't very smart, and he didn't have alot of money, so he decided to take a short cut by going to a shop in central pheonix and getting the job done for half the price.
He went to that part of pheonix, which if you've never been to arizona, is pretty much like mexico, and boy did he get his money's worth. That car came out and I'll be damned if it didn't look like it came from the factory in japan with a RHD configuration. The problem came when he tried to actually drive the car
It wasn't a problem that the wheel was now on the wrong side of the car, or that the shifter was now controlled by the opposite hand; well it might have been, he never even made it that far. He put the key in the ignition and it started right up, but as he rolled down the driveway he started to turn, but the car did not. Turns out those brilliant AZ mechanics hadn't connected the steering column to anything!
"eh man you just said you wanted the steering wheel on the other side you never said it had to turn or nothing." said the mechanic.

Geordie Shore.

Geordie (not to be confused with Geordi, as in Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge; see image A.) is the nickname given to people from Newcastle, England. The origin of the term is slightly disputed but there is no doubt that it is derived from the name George, apparently the most popular name for eldest sons in the region.
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Well regardless of how the name was earned, the current English citizens who identify themselves as Geordies are very different from the coal mining, king supporters of 18th century, when the nickname made its first appearance. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geordie I'm speaking, of course, of MTV UK's newest hit reality show, The Geordie Shore. As I'm sure you can tell from the name, the show is a British adaptation of the Jersey Shore, one of NewNaughty's favorite shows (to make fun of).
Often when shows end up in this situation, the new version isn't as good. However, I am happy to report that the Geordie Shore does not fall into this trap. In just the first episode there is plenty of drinking, cursing, fighting, nudity, and comedy the likes of which at times exceed the bar set by the Jersey Shore. As far as I know the only place to watch this show right now is on MTV UK (You may be able to find some of the episodes on YouTube) but I can only hope that it makes its way to American MTV because it has only run 2 seasons and it has already provided me with more entertainment than the entire series of jersey shore. If you can get past their strong English accents, and the fact that none of them are named George, I strongly recommend checking out Geordie Shore. Catch up on the first 2 seasons and get ready for the 3rd, which is to take place in Cancun! I can hardly wait.

This is a story a wrote a few years ago, right after it happened:

I assumed it would a night like any other; it sure didn't start out any differently. I had just got home from a decently productive day of filming for a new BMX web-edit and strolled into my friend[B]'s apartment ready to make moves. It was after 7pm so at that point I would suspect them to already be drinking but I was surprised to see they were just sitting there in sobriety, taking advantage of their newly acquired Xbox 360.
"What's going on tonight?" I inquired. Their responses were less than promising. It looked like it would be another night with the normal entourage, playing beer pong in my apartment with a handful of people until we could find something better to do such as a party to go to. I began searching my phone for options to fulfill the latter portion of that plan. The initial responses to that were again, less than promising.
Time passed and I became angry that I was not yet intoxicated. B claimed he had to go pick up [his girlfriend] so I instructed him to return with beer so we could start drinking and he agreed.
B's roommate, [W], stated he was going to take a short power nap to be ready for the night... needless to say that was the last we saw of him that night.
While B left to make his moves I went back to my apartment to wait until something presented itself. After a while I grew impatient so I called B who informed me that he was being delayed by [girlfriend]. I was almost angry until my roommate, J, informed me that our other friend was having a house party. Excited by finally having something to do we got a bottle of Jagermister, took a few quick shots, and left to the party.
When we got to the party, the shots started to sink in but I was still only feeling a little buzzed. We brought our own cups(because we're college kids and don't want to pay 5$), so after making some quick hello's we made straight for the keg. After a few beers and some time circulating the party, I was finally approaching the optimal stage of drunk. I walked outside with J and some other people so they could smoke cigarettes and shortly afterwards was approached by a girl, we'll call her [drunkslut], looking for a lighter. By this point a couple of other drunk girls has asked us for lighters and then, after lighting their deathsticks, turned and walked away. Assuming this was another one of those encounters I directed her to my smoking friends as I knew one of them had a lighter. However, after she lit her cigarette she hung around and we start talking. "I like your lip ring..."
She continued to blatantly hit on me for a little while then I told her we should go inside. We go into the house for some more blatant flirting and next thing i know we are making out. It got pretty intense at some points and we stop only occasionally for her to grind on me in rhythm to the music blaring from the nearby stereo (according to eyewitnesses this went on for close to 45 minutes). Eventually I had to just push her away from me so I could drink more beer and receive attention from other people at the party. I went outside to refill my cup when another girl who I've known for a while runs up to me.
"Wow Jon, you've been making out with that girl for like an hour!"
"What can I say, I'm damn good."
"Didn't you need to stop to breathe?"
"Ha, yeah that's why I had to push her off me and come out here"
"HaHa, I like your style"
Feeling pretty confident I went to go find J to hear further praise of my conduct. While talking to him we see drunkslut stumble by talking on the phone. She comes up to me and says "Hey we're leaving, do you wanna come with us?" Now this girl was probably only a 3 star but she was doing all the work and besides, WWTMD? So obviously I said yes and preceded to get stuffed into the back seat of some SUV with about 8 other people. We stopped to get some beer and then went to drunkslut's friend's apartment to drink it. I wasn't really sure what was going on but there was alcohol so I was happy. We get upstairs and the girls go into another room together and talk. Apparently drunkslut's friend, drunkerslut, was pissed that drunkslut was just making out with me instead of paying attention to her. When they came out they claimed it was resolved but then drunkslut said we should go back to her place. Her roommate calls a cab (which the guy she was with payed for) and we get back to their place. Drunkslut dragged me back to her room where we almost immediately hit her bed... After some mild foreplay we start to get into it. This girl gave it to me rough, I probably still have marks from her biting me but I loved every minute of it. For a while anyways, I have a short attention span. I left the room to go to the bathroom and when I came out she was asleep. I saw the clock next to her bed and it was 7am, damn were we really up all night?! I had already decided I didn't want to see this girl again so I got dressed and left, making sure not to wake her in the process, never to see her again. I still have no idea who she was, I don't think we had any mutual friends at that party, but goddamn was that a great night.

Life, Chapter 3.

A friend of mine had a birthday recently; as we were talking about how she was planning on celebrating, she revealed that she felt a little bit nervous about turning 22 and that it made her feel old. While letting go of your childhood can be scary, it can also be really exciting. It may be the end of one thing, but it's the start of a whole new chapter. The third chapter. It's the longest, but if you do it right, its also the best.

Let's break down each chapter individually:

Chapter 1, Childhood, Age 0-15: This is the chapter that really forms who you're going to be in the future. You start out not really knowing anything, so everything is new and interesting. Anything people tell you is generally taken as fact, which can make for embarrassing situations, the scars from which will eventually lead you down a path of self-medication.

Chapter 2, The Teen Years, Age 16-20: By this point you've probably decided who you're going to be, maybe even what you want to do after high school. You just discovered how to drive and how to drink, but you think you're way better at both of those things than you actually are.

Chapter 3, Adulthood, Age 21-45: There is some dispute as to the age this actually ends so it really depends on the person, but there is no arguing that it starts at 21. When you turn 21 in America it opens up a whole new world. Businesses that were previously off-limits start to welcome you with open arms, and you love when someone asks to see your ID because you have nothing to hide; welcome to the world of drinking legally. Gone are the days of being stuck at a terrible house party because it's the only option, just bail and go to a club and party with a group of complete strangers! I admit there are some downsides; having to pay bills and rent, worrying about a job, having to manage your time appropriately between partying and "being responsible," etc. But those things are a small price to pay, for the freedom of being a single, young adult.

Chapter 4, The End, Age 45-?: People often look upon the end as being a negative thing, but just because it is the final chapter does not mean all your good times are behind you. At this point you're probably settled down or are at least old enough that your sex drive does not overrule the rational decision making part of your brain so you're able to focus on your career, retirement, and going out on top. And once you make it to retirement, you are pretty much all set to just spend the rest of your life relaxing and spending all the loot you've accumulated through 50 years of hard work.

Leave No Man Behind

Last night we went out to celebrate a friend's birthday. It started out as a pretty standard night, but the best nights always do. We were taking shots and drinking champagne at our place until about 10:30 then we called a cab and hit the bar. Once we were there Confident and I started talking to a few girls, enticing them with tales of our escapades, and that's when I realized the difficulty in talking to people at a bar. Now I think this bar might have had particularly bad acoustics, and it probably didn't help that we weren't very far from the speakers, but I had to yell at the person standing next to me and even then there was no guarantee they could hear. I know that's an almost cliche observation but I never realized how accurate it is.
Despite that, it was a pretty successful night out. Once we decided to leave we found a cab and went over the local late night eatery, conveniently located well within walking distance of our place. I don't think we noticed until we got there but of the 5 people who cabbed to the bar, only 4 of them made it in the cab back. We attempted to make phone contact with him but we weren't sure he made it out alive until we saw him post on facebook this morning.
I guess before we leave the bars we need do roll call and make sure we don't lose anyone like that. LEAVE NO MAN BEHIND!