At the club, Team armada came together for drinks and last
minute discussion of the travel logistics. We meant well, but
the latter simply never took place. The drinking, however,
most certainly did. The team leaving just hours after the
party ended would be Max, Nick, Douchebag and So Fain.
Deciding that the 13 each at the house was not enough, we
started downing more Jager Bombs and smacking women's asses at
an accelerated rate. El Supremo just stood there looking drunk
and confused. Soon, we were all packed into VIP where we had a
photographer set up for plenty of pictures. We are a group
with complex social dynamics. We’re not just alcoholics… we’re
We call this the MAXIM Mobile...
Morgie & Max.
T-shirts from Dirty Shirty (.com)
The Crowd rushes in...
Tommy raises MAYHEM...
Jessica and Playboy photographer David Rams...
El Supremo enjoying ATL...
The crew's first shot together...
from left to right - So Fain, Max, Nick & DB...
Say, "Yes, please" to Crack!
Oh YOU GIRLS!!...
By the time the above pictures had been
taken, Frequency was packed. Tommy Lee was spinning
some deep, dark techno and the skirt-chasing was in high
gear. Liquor didn't stop flowing until 3a.m., when we all
spilled into the street in front of Tommy Lee and
Nikki Sixx's tour bus.
is severely indrunkticated, he should be hanging
on a hook in a freezer somewhere. He's just a big, dumb
slab of beef."
Nick's intoxication was made strikingly
apparent when he picked up our friend Steve and began
slamming him into a stone wall while laughing maniacally. So
Fain, the incongruent voice of reason all of a sudden,
encouraged Nick to stop being a lunatic, then found himself
punched in the chest and out of breath. When Nick is
severely indrunkticated, he should be hanging on a hook in a
freezer somewhere. He's just a big, dumb slab of beef. Max
helped So Fain walk it off without letting Nick know that So
Fain couldn't breathe. Like most apex predators, when Nick
smells blood in the water, he goes directly and mercilessly
for the kill.
All of this, plus lots of yelling and
laughing, were witnessed by Tommy Lee… from the
safety of his bus. Even he was looking at us like we
were out of control. We considered it a ringing endorsement
and an omen of things to come.
We "LOVE" this Girl!!!
The famous RAWquell arrives with her own t-shirt...
Recognize these guys?...
Double Trouble... Paige and Brooke Holleman (Turkey Timer)
That's our MakBeth...
Kerriana says, “Team armada is number one!”
The team split up, with Douchebag heading to an orgy in a
hotel room on the 63rd floor of a swank Atlanta hotel, El
Supremo collapsed on Dana’s couch and the rest of us racing
for our beds… with women in tow, of course.
"...racing for our beds… with women in tow, of course."
In retrospect, this was perhaps further drinking combined
with reckless fornicating was not the brightest idea, since
none of us got more than an hour or two of sleep before we
were up and loading into Max's Tahoe (The MAXIM Mobile)
for the drive to Dallas. But who are we to deny our female
fans Maxim Road Trip stories of their own? We’re selfless like
that. Humanitarians, really. Are you paying attention, Nobel