Sex, Drugs, Comedy

Eric Wareheim built an empire. So why shouldn’t he throw ass-themed parties, eat cod sperm, and share it all on Instagram?

- Jonah Weiner

A FEW YEARS AGO, ERIC Wareheim took a photo of his then-girlfriend’s naked ass and sent it to an ice sculptor. Wareheim likes to throw raucous house parties “based on different parts of anatomy,” he says. “I did one called Black Cock [black light and penis-themed]. Another one was Laser Boobs.” The sculptor took Wareheim’s photo and used it to carve an enormous ice butt, which became the centerpiece of an ass- focused party called Snow Booty. The sculpture had a canal carved into it that served as a conduit for booze, with its lower opening at the butt hole. “My girlfriend made booty juice” – tequila and grapefruit – “and we all did shots out of her ice ass,” Wareheim says. The party also featured a snow machine and a white-apparel dress code, though the latter was rendered moot when people stripped down and jumped into his pool. Clothes have a habit of coming off at Wareheim’s parties: One time, he hired a male stripper, “and then these girls I know who strip started doing these hardcore moves and kind of freaked him out.” How crazy do the parties get? “There are limits,” Wareheim says. “People hook up, but it’s not, like, an orgy.”