1.18.2008

huh?

because it's friday

that's right, play with your food

so it's a day late, but i couldn't resist.
this dude wails on some broccoli.

chop-a-broc-a-leeee-heeee!!!!


1.17.2008

let's end on a high note

everybody loves poop. just accept it.

just plain weird

watch dem bitches

the internets be cuuuuuuurrrraayzy, yo. wurd.

hungary for war

2pac, much respek!

today is music day

that's all there is to it.

all the crap you see here today is an inspirational scrape of the beautiful music of the interwebs.
these are the songs that sing "Thursday" quietly in my ear, like a little retarded baby.

1.16.2008

i wear my sunglasses all the fucking time

it's from australia.
'nuff said.

my wife's gonna kick your ass

this guy is a champ. can't you just let him take a leak?
also, great form on the can-toss.

kudos. all around.

i wear my sunglasses at night

where's my fuckin protein mom!

it's an oldie but a goodie folks. thanks for the tip, 'anonymous'.

supa man dat kapowski

best yet. no doubt about that.

1.13.2008

well-said




this genius courtesy of defective yeti

1.12.2008

what the fuck?!

i want a massage!

1.11.2008

my new bluetooth headset

i'm gonna look like a huge basass with my new hi-tech bluetooth
headset. so pumped to use this thing while walking down the street.

power-brokers: go fuck yourself.

1.06.2008

one month later

skulking about streets in a dark, wet, and sloppy new york, i've begun to think that the romance of things is only an illusion. the happy folks drunk off of wunderlust and cab rides are merely that: drunk. when the daylight breaks, they're forced to look at things for what they are. the gasoline puddle ceases to glisten and simply smells. heel clicks on the pavement lose their echo, and the rhythm gets mottled. it's all timed out to something less complicated and more deterministic than any of us would like to admit. like it or not, there is a science to this. love and hope... they're hiding somewhere else, maybe under a rock or beneath the caving sidewalks.

this is a machine. let's not kid ourselves. everything is manufactured.