To start off. The hair above the red line is brand spankin' new. I predict by the year 2010 I'll be able to unbutton one more button and show the mamas the total hairy package. And yes, I have hairy nipples.
This is the remainder of a two week long bruise. Fidel, Lalo, and Day and myself took it upon ourselves to punch each other after a visit to Mulligan's, a bar that plays only new metal on the jukebox. Drinking a bloody Mary during Disturbed. Awesome!
UT vs UTEP. The halftime was great. the UTEP band did an homage to Michael Jackson: The King of Pop. They did Billy Jean, Smooth Criminal, and Thriller. They actually put down their instruments and did the Thriller dance at the end. It was good!
Days prior, Tony and Geoff had a drinking contest at their place. This is the scoreboard taped to their wall. It was a tie.
And they took score of the pee pee times, and Tony's one poo poo time. I feel you recharge your batteries when you poop, so Tony had the advantage after he finished wiping.
A sacred custom. Back at Geoff's, Dave's, and Tony's, people were marking their servings. It was Dave's birthday at midnight. Happy Birthday, Dave! The marking system went as follows. O = beer. I = toke of Mary Jane. X = serving of liquor. ^ = cocaine. And so on. Tony took the bank with the X's. Once we left the house and headed to the bars, we forgot the pen. Tony suggested the honor system. I'm sure Tony had a black arm by the time he passed out on the street, if he had a pen. It was just O's and lines for me, thank God.
A cute black Lab drinking us under our knees at a party somewhere. People were playing music out of Jamaican flag colored instruments and weird looking bongs were smoking.
Alex drove me home. I went number two or I went number one sitting down. Anyway. I still had my camera in my front pocket and the pictures flew. I took, like, twenty pictures of me on the porcelain seat.
To start off. The hair above the red line is brand spankin' new. I predict by the year 2010 I'll be able to unbutton one more button and show the mamas the total hairy package. And yes, I have hairy nipples.
This is the remainder of a two week long bruise. Fidel, Lalo, and Day and myself took it upon ourselves to punch each other after a visit to Mulligan's, a bar that plays only new metal on the jukebox. Drinking a bloody Mary during Disturbed. Awesome! 
UT vs UTEP. The halftime was great. the UTEP band did an homage to Michael Jackson: The King of Pop. They did Billy Jean, Smooth Criminal, and Thriller. They actually put down their instruments and did the Thriller dance at the end. It was good!
Days prior, Tony and Geoff had a drinking contest at their place. This is the scoreboard taped to their wall. It was a tie.
And they took score of the pee pee times, and Tony's one poo poo time. I feel you recharge your batteries when you poop, so Tony had the advantage after he finished wiping.
A sacred custom. Back at Geoff's, Dave's, and Tony's, people were marking their servings. It was Dave's birthday at midnight. Happy Birthday, Dave! The marking system went as follows. O = beer. I = toke of Mary Jane. X = serving of liquor. ^ = cocaine. And so on. Tony took the bank with the X's. Once we left the house and headed to the bars, we forgot the pen. Tony suggested the honor system. I'm sure Tony had a black arm by the time he passed out on the street, if he had a pen. It was just O's and lines for me, thank God.
A cute black Lab drinking us under our knees at a party somewhere. People were playing music out of Jamaican flag colored instruments and weird looking bongs were smoking.
Alex drove me home. I went number two or I went number one sitting down. Anyway. I still had my camera in my front pocket and the pictures flew. I took, like, twenty pictures of me on the porcelain seat.
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