Foooood Fiiiiiiggght!

Don't even talk to our laundry machine.

It's not happy with us.

Last night, it endured unspeakable things, liked socks coated in french dressing, potato-encrusted shirts, and more after the crew waged war in a food fight, as per the birthday wishes of David's dear friend Dusty Warren.

The crew arrived at the party venue, a theater near Lake Union, dressed in wigs, ridonkulous clothes, and moustaches, per Dusty's instructions. After milling around drinking beer for a few hours, tarps were laid down in an alley, various disgusting foods arrayed, and a 45-second grossfest commenced.

Jason, wearing a cheap polyester suit he'd bought in Vietnam, got a huge blast of ketchup in his mouth, causing him to vomit. David also threw up a little bit, from the smell of ketchup. Seth had radioactive orange french dressing sprayed on his face; it looked like the world's largest insect exploded on his head.

Saira and Sarah participated as well, though they wisely stayed away from the ketchup. Big thanks to photographer Amanda, Saira's childhood friend and future roommate.

Photos.