On Friday I (Floating Penguin) hosted a party, with the help of Glitterific Ostrich. We invited a bunch of friends. 7 girls, 7 guys. It was awesome. As soon as three guys showed up my front yard was covered in plastic cups and a plastic hat. The five of us went in my back yard and K fell in love with my rope swing. He then proclaimed that he had cetaceaphobia and we were like "what the hell is that?" apparently it's the fear of whales...and then we all became whales... Eventually more people started showing up, therefore more whales. They discovered an old, and I mean OLD swing I had. The boards are moldy and the frame is rusty. Six people piled on it!