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Saturday October 27.07 at TK's in Aurora

Something about Halloween that brings out the best in Slime Fans... and the 07 Bash scratched another dent in many a livers... This year we celebrated Janis's bday, she is now officially one hot married cougar...

The dance floor began with theworld famous "spin till I drop" unknown dancer... after many a close stumbles towards the slimes she was wrestled down by our sexy body guards "maid anne" and "wicked nurse kd"... who along with Janis took the first place price as the "bar bad girls", it's amazing what a flash of some major clevage can do to sway a judge...

Denis's worst nightmare came true when he spied the sight of "Superman JoJo" who's man-like eyebrows gave her an uncanny resemblance to the creepy pupets from the campy brit 60's TV show the "Thunderbirds".

The dance floor packed and in a surprise "same sex open admiration" competition, Farmer Roy and Pirate Will's re-incarnation of the sow-dance took first place over the girl on girl grind-fest... but the Farmer's provocative moves couldn't compete with the smoking curves of Will's Cat Woman... true hetro-love won in the end... at least for this wild couple...

Dirty Father Mike entertained the children with his well used lines and promised candies and toys at the alter as his vixen maid cleaned house...

By the second set we had to call in the big guns to protect the band and the sound crew, Sid-Dog took on this task with a true killing spirit. And the sound crew survived a major blast of verbal abuse from Mike about the mix and lived to face another set of classic Slime Dog party rock...

 

As the party grew louder and more unmanagable the dance floor become the hub of all things slime, Roman Soliders marched, show girls spun, Frankenstien stomped, masks flew, parts that should be hiden were exposed and the slimes played on...

by 2:30 am we played our last song and mopped up the floor to lived to face a much better world, where it is ok for party girls in their 40s to flaunt their wears and men to strut their packages... bring on the next party!

And a special Slime Dog thanks to Richard "lich" Sherborne for all of the great shots but no good one of him.

And to all of the Brad-Billy-Darcy hockey crew for making it a party...