Month: April 2006

Prom 2006

pre-prom Ah yes Prom 2006, my first and last as a student of Aragon High School, a startling fact indeed. First and foremore I gotta thank Lauren (that’s the only picture I have of her) for helpin me pick out a tux to match my impeccable sense of style. Than I have to thank my mom for passing along her height genes, and pops for the bronzen tan. I rather enjoy how it took me less than an hour to scrub my grimey hairy ass in the shower, shave, apply generous amounts of deoderant and cologne and be out the door while it took my date 14.2 hours and she still forgot my corsage! Frickin broads eh? Dinner was served at my boy Adam’s house, I have found memories of that home of his. We enjoyed steak while I enjoyed thirds and fourths, and people ask me where I keep it all. When fully assembled we make a respectable mob.

And of course, as a respectable swarm of respectable individuals, we require an equally bitchin mode of transportation, when others went stupid, dumb, retarded in low riding second-rate limousines and yellow cabs, we went stretch, we went big with our stretch navigator luxurious to the max. We also had a robot like driver who we persuaded to answer to the name “Mario” because he fuckin should for 75 bucks a head. We tried to get him to shave my ass but he respectably turned us down. That was my first experience in a limousine and I must say, I was impressed. Mario sure knows how to treat a man. When we arrived in front of the Gifts Center in San Francisco, Mario came and opened our doors and winked at me and slapped my ass on the way out. Jay Kay. We were dressed to kill and ready to mingle. The crowd was indeed dense, and check out Juan there in the backround throwin up god knows what. Maybe he was pissed I was jockin his lovely cousin. Shhh.

So remember I told you fucks to vote for me for Prom King? Well, a lot of you did and you nominated the hell outta me, but a chill dude by the name of Jared Abbott beat me to it. Even though it was rigged and I demand a recount, it’s an honor losing to a man of his stature. Godspeed Jared. Maybe I’ll try again in four years when im a Senior in college and I can prey on some Freshman. That was for Ian. I hope he gets it.

In the midst of everything, the fantastic fab four made a reunion tour right in the middle of the dance floor and Ian endin up gettin his bra ripped and his dress torn, and his wrist bloody. I was responcible for the first two things. Dawkness Jr. went dumb cripple style. A slip-n-fall would register fairly high on my hilarity scale. LINDA BURNSSS! won Prom Queen, she reminds me of pochahontas in that pic. “Have you ever heard the wolf cry of the blue corn moon?” Disney trivia anyone? Anyone? Well..check out me and my queen.

post prom The last song was played, the lights turned down low, and Mario was instructed “Yo homie drive slow”. Off to the Cathedral Inn we went, were we would drown our sobriety away, and prepare ourselves for a night of rambuncious merriment. OH SIX style. Bitches. Hella people had rooms so it was kinda like guess and check throughout each story, Lago & Alexandre denied access like a morally intact teenager. Luckily my guy was a little more loose on his entry policies and we came, we saw, and we mooched. He had a ass washer in his bathroom that under normal circumstances would have weighed much heavier on my mind. Thank god I didn’t have myself a seat.

These girls kissed, I enjoyed that very much. Very much. Than four girls touched their tongues in sweet wonderful dykish unity. I enjoyed that twice as much. I’m not 100% positive but I think Kyle is drooling in this pic and I think he fell on that beeramid shortly thereafter. But iono if that was before or after the “massage”. Charges have not yet been filed by the female receipiant. Meanwhile upstairs, Emily was in la-la land and looking quite funny in that pic I must say.

I decided to retire to Amanda’s room with the likes of Ian, Em, Ash, Christa and others. Sleep was not attained during this night and inspiration struck at quarter to 6 am when we those immune to the cold hands of sleep ascended up 4 flights of stairs to the heavenly plateu that was the roof of the Cathedral Inn. It was quite a view and quite a feeling, one I shall carry with me until I am old and my ass hair turns grey. That wasn’t my shirt that I was wearing, but I hope I didn’t nod off and forget a late night rendez vous with a illusive partner in the pisser with the ass washer in it. Hell of a view.

Breakfast was caught at about 1 pm the day following prom, the first meal in what seemed like years, I got me a meat lovers slam which sounds like a wrestling move for the Gay Wrestling Federation, and than ate Ians superbird and Ashley’s bacon when she wasn’t looking. Cause I’m meaty. I think Ian cried cause I stole his super bird. My bad dude.

Cheers to Prom. And in case I forgot to include any pics:

Immortal Technique

techniique In celebration of Pinky’s early graduation his gracious sister bestowed tickets to the Technique show at Slims, which in my eyes, is the best venue ever. For those unfamilar to the music, to the word, to the gospel Immortal Technique preeches, he is Harlem’s own radical, outspoken, political activist who belts out bar after bar of Bush slams, economic trash talk, verses of wit of angst of injustice and a lot of “N”, “F”, and “M&F” words entwined in there somewhere. Basically, Pinky’s cup of tea.

Pinky and I have been somewhat short term listeners to technique, I’d call him a bigger fan than I, but I consider myself down for his cause. Anyway I’ve only seen a couple pictures of him on the internet rockin a blue bandana that covered his face with a sneer of a bulldog. Now keep in mind, both Pinky and myself are white. Very white. Pinky is more pink though. Anyway, we were the two marshmellows in the pool of hot chocolate, so if things were to jump off, yours truly was gettin a face lift and smash.

The opener was a M.C. by the name of ““Poison Pen” who I thought bore a STRIKING resemblance to Cedric the Entertainer. Maybe it was his brother or something.

Anyway, at first site of Technique I was a little takin back, the man couldn’t be much over five feet but had the presence and ambience of a fuckin axe murderer who killed all his cell mates and killed a guy with a microphone and has been runnin ever since. He came out with his trademark bandana coverin his face, and a camouflage vest on top of his bullet proof vest (50 cent aint got shit on this guy). He came and stood at the merch table, and I’m not gonna lie, even from the distance of that pic I was a little frightened of the dude. So, some brave bastard asked him to sign a CD he jus bought that still had the plastic on it, and I kid you not, Technique reaches in his vest and pulls out a knife the size of my girlfriend and cuts the CD wrapper off like he was gutting an LAPD officer than proceeded to jam the contraband into the table in front of him.

Moral of the story: Technique is one BAAAADDD mofo.


Immortal Technique – Dance w/ the Devil

By the way I am sunburned lookin like a lobster. Hello Summer.


sb Oh gosh jeez where to start!? Well it started with two bad dudes and a fast car. We embarked on what was to become a 5 day road trip through the most scenic, exotic scenery known to modern man.

Our first stop was Daytona Beach, and we almost immediately split up, going our own paths, our own sandy hoes, our own warm beers. Joe turned up at a local sausage fest / gangbang among his newfound kin, notice the male : female ratio in the pic.

I, on the other hand found myself dealing with far more desirable odds forming my own cult of dumb promiscuous spring break bimbettes, and yes I was an excellent breast stroker in my day as is more than apparent. Heres a shot of me and m’ladies with Ricky Ray and Mutumboin the back, they were brothers, neat guys.

After three refreshing days in Daytona beach, the fellas and I had our fill of the local teenage offerings and headed south of the border to a lil town called CANCUN,MEXICO. Due to early departure and a vehicle capable of mach 2 on the open road we exited the continental United States at around noon which gave us plenty of time to scope out the local goods.

Joe found a cantina and some lolita freshman and disapeared before we could find a sweaty hotel to unpack, Ian tagged along with me holding the buckets which my perspiration filled, hes a pal for sure. Does anybody remember “Gangsta’s Paradise”? How bout that hardcore ultra tan thug who belted out the words? Well he was coolio back than but know lets people (like me and Ian) call him by his real name, Chester Langtson. We caught with Chester while MTV4 was filming a documentary and he was nice enough to let us snap a shot with him, click here.

And and if you will recall my seasoned breast stroking skills that landed me a gig hosting and judging the local bikini contest. It was fun times until the girl in the yellow suit was disqualified and removed from the competition after a scrotum could be visible out of her bottoms. Twas a shame because she had such a volumptuous Adam’s apple.

Day 6 of our wonderful spring break adventure and last day in Cancun I came across some members of my aforementioned cult, the Mexican chapter, I think my expression says it all. But as the sun quietly set, over the hills and far away into the Mexicana horizon, I couldn’t help but smile and recall the friends I had made the stories I was to share, the brain cells I was to destroy, and the memories that would last.

That was my Spring Break of 2006, Thank You. I lied about the whole thing.

Straight Outta Compton!

atv pullover
dunk blunt
wesside suave
swim whitey
spin toes
chinamen honkeys
ME walk
dogwalk soc
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