The foorapes Party Hole is open for some serious funky shit.

They finally did it. Z-man, S-man, Chevy-man, A-man and J-man fused their phenomenal social skills and creativity. They put their perverted little brains together to generate the required level of foorness which will fuel the best party of the year. AND YOU ARE INVITED. At the banks of the ancient Schelde, at the edge of civilization as we know it, in a state that we can barely call human, we will perform the ancient ritual of party to the bone. For those of you who haven't been to a foorape party before, observe the following guidelines. Not adherring to these simple rules might result in serious and permanent mischief. So, don't forget to

• leave your working or study clothes at home


• leave your clothes at home


• bring your string, your wet-T-shirt or mud-wrestling clothes with you


• pull that string or t-shirt over your head before entering the party


• bring a string for a friend


• bring a friend


• bring a pet


• foor that pet (see blog for further instructions)


• pump up your foordrives


• stuff yourself with as many hotdogs as you can


• tune into the foorse which surrounds you


• feel the vibes and vibrate to their tunes

Some observations of the location are included below. The water of the swimming pool is being heated as we speak.

One more thing. The foorapes would like to provide their guests with absolute joy. In order to provide an ample supply of bicky, hotdog and booze, they would like to know how many members of the foorape fanclub will make it to the party. So, just let us know, and we make sure you can party on. May the foorse be with you and those you love,




Z-Man, S-Man,
Chevy-man, J-man
and A-man - aka the Foorapes