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There Lou just sits, holding his body to his chest, while Ringo keeps shaking his sock disapprovingly. "I'm ashamed of you, little man!" Ringo says, "So ashamed!"

"Get over yourself, Ringo!" Hannah says, "Can't you see poor Lou is having a hard time?"

"I have a question?" Lou begins.

"Then ask it, jaskass!" Judy squeals. These drugs and alcohol are clearly making everyone so silly, either that or they were always like that and I was too naive to notice.

"Ugh, fine!" Lou means, "I want to know why I can't just be in love with Iggy?"

Elisa sits down sympathetically, "It's like this, my friend," she clears her throat to speak, "You were with an idiot. We all love you, and feel you could do much better."

"I wouldn't say we all love-," Grace interjects, but I start coughing to get her to stop talking. Phew, that worked. I think her glittering bra is getting to her head, either that or everything is getting to everyone's head.

"Any boys or girls that want to take a round with Lou?" Marc asks genuinely. However, the lack of response makes him quite upset.

"I will!" I familiar voice screams.

"Iggy!" Judy screams, "Get the hell down from David's chandelier!"

"I WANT TO SWING FROM THE CHANDELIER!" he screams.

"Iggy where are your clothes?" Lou asks quite gentlemanly. "I thought we agreed to keep our pants on?"

Iggy just keeps swinging though, and I stand away in horror. What is even happening? Oh, yes. A guest I willingly invited is swinging from my chandelier. "I'm coming down!" he screams. Finally, he falls butt-first down on a pizza that was on a table below.

"That's it!" Judy says, and she darts over to Iggy, Bob right behind her. "Prepare yourself for my lamp!" and just like that, both Judy and Bob beat Iggy with their lamps.

Bob says, "Hey, man. I'm sorry to tell you this," as he whacks him with a lamp, "But you are really bugging everyone here, and we would all appreciate if you went away."

Iggy rolls off of the table, and then literally just walks away. No words, just walking. "You know," Lou says, "On second thought, I'm a strong independent musician who doesn't need a man!"

"Good for you, Lou," Stephanie says. "I'm proud of you!" she sets down a drink, "Care for a celebratory conga line?"

Before anyone can do anything, again Stephanie and Roger lead everyone in a conga line. Freddie Mercury says, "This party is such fun, am I right?"

"Wow, thank you for stating the obvious!" Holly says pettily. Why is that girl so petty?

I just stand back, watching this oddness transpire around me. "I don't even get my own party anymore, seriously."

Marc Bolan comes over to me, "It's fine, man. We all understand."

"Do you though, do you?" I say.

"I'm sorry, man," Marc responds, "I'm just trying to be a good friend."

Ringo comes over and makes me sit down, "David, look at it this way, this party was never intended to make sense."

I recoil, "Whoa, horsey. This is my party, though!"

"That doesn't mean you are more intelligent then me, buckaroo," why did he just call me that?

"Ringo, go take your socks and sandals somewhere else," I mutter.

"Fine, maybe I'll go eat some pizza!"

Judy grumbles whilst dialing the phone, "Not yet, man. Not unless you want to eat Iggy's ass sweat." Ringo gags a bit, and Judy puts in an order for a dozen pizzas. "Guys, if you want some, order it yourself!"

"Judy, do you honestly anticipate to eat a dozen pizzas?" Elisa asks.

"Yes," she replies plainly. They stare at each other for a moment, and the party becomes silent.

Marc says, "Um, should we, uhh, listen to some music?"

Lee says, "Yes! Let's try this record!"

"What is it, Lee?" I ask, trying to be calm.

I am a very cool, calm, totally not scared individual! Do not judge me or my strange actions!!

"It's Led Zeppelin, duh!" they pull a record out from under their jacket, and I stand back in horror.

"Get the devil out of here!" I scream, "Now!" I begin writhing on the floor, and Grace starts to writhe right along with me.

"This is fun!" Grace declares, "I could writhe all day, couldn't you?" I laugh, as I have to admit, writhing is fun.

Then, Ringo gets down and starts writhing with us. "I love to writhe!"

Then, I stand up, as Ringo has destroyed all of my will to writhe. It is no fun with him around. He ruined a perfectly good writhing ceremony with my girlfriend! However, Grace just keeps writhing, bouncing up and down like a rattlesnake.

"Honey," I say meekly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm amazing," she replies, "Maybe I just got all this spirit from the boob weed!" She grabs some more boob weed, "You ought to love this stuff, man!"

I really don't want to smoke something that came from someone's boobs, but okay. "Give me all you've got, Grace!" I shout. Soon enough, Grace stands up and begins doling out BOOB WEED to everyone.

"Let us all have BOOB WEED peace!" Bob Dylan shouts, "boob weed for the new era!"

"Yeah!" Lily screams. That girl isn't even smoking any boob weed! What is she talking about?

"I made boob weed cupcakes!" Sara says, handing a couple to my party guests. Soon enough we are all dancing around, smoking boob weed, listening to...

SATAN MUSIC!

Dammit! Lee must have snuck up and played the Zeppelin while I wasn't looking!

This horrible infraction must be punished somehow, but what must I do?

So, I handle the situation the only way I know how: I talk to the bastion of wisdom at this party, who is of course the boob weed-smoking Bob Dylan. I go up to the man himself and say, "Bob how should I punish Lee?"

Bob responds, "I really don't know what to tell you, my friend. But I'm nearly certain that Andy Warhol is hanging out in the bathroom!"

I blush and beam, "Andy?! In my bathroom?" I clap my hands, but Alice comes over and ruins it all.

"Sorry, David, but you don't have any pop artists in your bathroom," I frown a bit, "But you do have a surrealist."

I smile again, "Really? Who?"

"The Dalí, of course!" Alice responds. "Come, I will take you to the Dalí and he will tell you how to punish Lee." So, we all head to the restroom, awaiting wisdom.