Kristi shows some leg.

Not to be outdone, Karen shows even more leg (I like where this is going).

Julia doesn't show any leg...yet.

Just looking for an excuse to grab her.

"Sam, don't fight the love."

Checking out the first of many Julia photos.

Kristi's our cleavage facilitator for the evening.

Jim realizes it might not have been the best move to bring his girlfriend out with our crew.

Kristi and Kenny.

I'm liking the girl-to-guy ratio here.

Julia and Kenny.

Sam gives thanks to the cleavage gods.

Pointing out what I saw as soon as she opened the door.

Dane makes his entrance.

Kristi, Karen and Pauli.

That's it Pauli. Work the cleavage. Work it.

"Hey, watch it. Don't wrinkle the jacket!"

Comparing how high they can lift their legs. I like these kind of competitions.

The first of many Jello shooters.

Dane gets busted checking out the chicks.

Karen and Kristi.

Karen tries some of Dane's kiddie beer...smaller bottles for smaller hands.

"I never thought Jello could taste soooo good."

Karen offers her tongue to whoever wants it.

The girls can't keep their hands off Kenny.

Lisa and Karen.

More tasty Jello shooters.

"Psst...what have you got me into here? These people just aren't right."

Julia's really getting into this "showing some leg" thing. Thankyou thankyou thankyou.

The MC for tonight's show. Thanks to Sam's new karaoke machine, things are about to get weird.

"Welcome to Sammy's Lounge. Tonight I'll be singing some of my personal favourites. I'm sure you'll enjoy them as much as I do."

"SHOT TO THE HEART AND YOU'RE TO BLAME...YOU GIVE LOVE A BAAAAD NAME!"

"Thanks, you've been great. I'll be back after dinner. Try the fish!"

Sam seranades the crowd...but to be honest he sounded more like Bigfoot being electrocuted.

Grooving to the medley.

A lovely groupie.

At the end of this duet, they pulled a Britney & Madonna at the MTV Music Awards stunt.

It took 3 men and a roll of duct tape to drag Karen away from the karaoke machine.

"My next song is dedicated to all the sexy drunk girls out there tonight....you know who you are."

Seeing Kenny sing with such emotion just sends shivers down your spine, doesn't it?

Dane falls asleep in the comforting softness of Julia's ample bosom.

Our cleavage facilitator shows us her goods.

OK, I'm now officially hot and bothered.

Kenny in the middle of his favourite type of sandwich.

With so much love in the room, Sam does what he does best and slams back another shot.

Practicing for midnight.

"Wait! Let's try that again!"

Pauli's cleavage gets the Danish Stamp of Approval.

Kristi and Julia get friendly.

On our way to the VIP entrance to the Rude Native....we don't do lines.

Happy to be in the bar.

More girl on girl on girl on girl action.

I think everybody knows about my attempt at an upskirt shot.

Pauli's not about to let Sam get away.

This subtle attempt at a cleavage shot was not very successful...

...but this one certainly was!

I think they're just doing this to get me going.

Gary keeps an eye on things.

Kristi and Kenny.

After an ill-advised romp with Superglue, Tiffany and Jim had to spend the rest of the night attached at the cheek.

Sam and Pauli.

As you asked...your picture is on the Internet.

"It's 2006...woot!"

The only reason they're this close is because it's busy.

Julia looking saucy.

"I had nothing to do with his hair."

Dane decides to go into 2006 with his eyes closed.

Sam waves to the crowd.

Sam does his best to focus on nothing else but Pauli.

Tiffany checks Jim's teeth for cavities.

Tiffany and Jim.

Pauli gives Sam a New Year's wedgie.

Even with Kenny's miniscule attention span, he can't take his eyes off Julia's...eyes.

"This tongue can work wonders, you know."

"Fight the power."

"Did you bring your A-game tonight?"

Kenny positions himself for the next kiss...hopefully not from Sam.

"It kinda looks like a Twinkie, but it doesn't taste like one."

Kristi makes a bead collection.

"Hello, sailor."

With Julia getting tired, Kristi offers up a nice pillow.

I think Julia's had just about enough this evening.

Passed out in the back of the truck...these two were made for each other.