Ghost Ride the Nipple Train. To Public Assembly on December 31st. To celebrate New Years Eve with The Ohio Party DJ’s.

It’s 3 DJ’s and a flock of canadian geese on our heels. Playing music created by home schooled amish farmhands. On Plantfood. Free T-Shirts and Mixtapes will be availble for people that wear their hard-on their sleeves.

40 Bucks for an open bar starting at 10 that goes till 12:30 and includes free champagne and fake money so you can make it rainman like Pacman Jones at midnight. If you don’t want to pay the $40…that’s not cool. But you can still impress your friends by whipping out that old school 10 dollar bill you’ve been holding on to, and use that for admission cuz it’s $10 bucks all night. And by all night I mean 5 AM. That’s when we stop….and cry.

Advance tickets are available on Ticketweb.com or click on the link provided below…..this way you can guarantee yourself a spot in the history of the world. and you can pay with credit card so it’s like not really paying until 5 months from now.

http://www.ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEventDetail?dispatch=loadSelectionData&eventId=922035

It’s Ohio Party New Years. Public Assembly. Horny Goat Weed, the sounds of trumpets, and Wizard Smoke for all our friends.

-Urethra Franklin

Keepin it cozy at Ohio Party X

We love you babies for partying with us

See ya’ll next time… NYE throwdown

Photos from Friday HERE.

Come one Come two Come three Come four.  Come and wind up on the floor.  With a farm animal.

The Ohio Party is back with their 10th party.  Big Deal?  I think that number speaks for itself.  The triumvirate that succeeded Ceasar, Marc Antony and Greg Anthony are getting wild in women’s underpants yet again and this time there is no hiding the junk behind that frilly lace.

It’s December 11th starting at 10 PM.   $1 Colt 45’s that come with a hangover so bad you won’t even remember the nasty human that you tongue kissed the previous evening.

Boogie/Soul/Funk/Titty Shakers/Afro/Old School Rap

Beware.  Don’t feed the Steven Seagulls.  Ohio Party X.  Fart yourself into oblivion on crutches.