Thursday, July 12, 2007

satan said dance.

gotta make them dollas, gotta make that lettuce...
a boring shift at the ol' mox,

mikeys got a new phone, its a gold plated D and G razor... no joke

it says "Dolce and Gabana" in a creepy italian accent.

"euuu no james dont take my picture... let me see! EUUUU NO DELETE IT! EUUUU TAKE ANOTHER ONE!!!"
girls are retarded.


young derzy is growing up fast son! let the celebrations begin! marky was in full effect.


hardcore pride.

john small hates alot of the same things i do. we're made for each other.

tippy cup was going off.

ashely and i got married.

what the fuck! theres a baby at the party!!!???

oh hey... its the kremskis and their new born bun.

homie roemie

landen was hauling ass on the party trike, and recieved a full blown bombing of beer cans, johnny smalls killed him in the back with a full redbull. pay the price to party.

lyrnard and bo-bandy...

sisters i'd like to sleep with...



ill bill's stee is out of control lately... just when you thought new eras were fading out bill's bringin it back and making it better then anyone ever did.

when we were quite young, anders and i got in a play fight that quickly turned serious, i knee'd him in the ass and he was instantly reduced to tears... if i tried pulling that shit now he'd break me in half.

charleswood smacked the edge silly in tippy cup... i dont know if beating a bunch of christians in a drinking game really allows for bragging rights..

the face and stephanie tanner were on the 1 and or 2's...

take dem shirts off.


johnny and nicole are getting married. i hope i get invited to the wedding.... and i hope its an open bar.

dawson takes every oppurtinity to display acts of strength...

what the fuck paul!? who let you out from behind the tables... you know your not allowed to socialize.

for as long as i can remember mickey has had these fake fruit on the sunroom table, theres a banana, and some sort of melon that looks like a vagina.

no one does it like danger does.

not anybody makes the fridge.

mitch is like a cat, you take your eyes off it for a hot minute and the bastards up on the kitchen counter getting into everything.


chan is smitten... gay.

thus begin the greta guest blog.




public displays of affection should be outlawed.






i walked in on some slutty shit happening...

too many chongos, lets get the fuck out of here... happy birthday derzy.

old school session at brentspark.


its what i'm about.


this was a major deja vu session, if you rewinded like 8 years back the only difference would be that we would be dressed in werid adolescent "skater" kits and our voices would be high as hell, there'd probably alot more pizza in the mix.


i love you cats.
xoxo.
vans.