Nerve co-founder Rufus Griscom succumbs to the throes of conjugal bliss.
At Nerve.com's offices last night, sex fiends and internerds came together to celebrate the launch of Nerve Video, their new service designed to help you understand your body that much better (or at least make you laugh, like this NSFW cartoon). Ourselves being big supporters of the sex lives of internerds, we sent Gawker staff voyeur Nikola Tamindzic to the party. After the jump, his NSFW porny yearbook.
Nikola's full gallery from the event is available here.
The last time your pants got tight looking at Nerve, you probably should've thanked photo editor Rachel Hulin, on the left.
Seriously, what does she have to do to get you to ask her out?
Ellen Stagg is many things: an occasional contributor to Nerve, a photographer, and most importantly, a part-time pornographer.
She just agreed to anal.
College Humor's Zach Klein just agreed to anal.
As they awkwardly began preparing for their first photo shoot, Mary began to have doubts about appearing on Last Night's Party.
If she can do it, so can you.
The eyebrows drank the entire martini.
Guerrilla video man Jose Luis Serrano of Octomoto.com chugs some confidence before confessing his figging preferences.
That's not booze in Nerve writer/columnist Margot Berwin's glass, but mutant lactate from her droopy third breast.
It's not a real Nerve party until an editorial assistant takes her cookies out of the oven.
Jossip's David Hauslaib gives editor Corynne Steindler tips on how to seduce Ben Widdicombe.
Griscom thinks that's just the shit, man! Yeah!
Not actually invited.
This violent gang exercises rule over Ludlow Street and parts of Fat Baby.
This is Carl Swanson's "sexy face." Be patient, he's been working really hard on it.
Nerve blog-a-logger Miss Mimesis leers at a potential hump object.
And still, Jean didn't win the raffle.
Last but certainly not least, the difference between Silicon Alley and Silicon Valley.
