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Quick, Go Put On Your Leisure Suit!

Brady — Wed, 27 Sep 2006 23:23:53 +0000

Between the everyday schooling, the Mon – Fri 7 hour days as Brady, Network Consultant extraordinaire, and my weekend title as Saver of Lives it’s a bitch to find time to cool out with the buddies, much less post about it. Seems like all the original gangstas are away at REAL colleges while me and Ian get our community college education at 8 bucks / credit. When I heard that Ally was home for the the weekend from SF State I pounced on her to hang out. Her reaction was less than enthusiastic, evident here, in this. When I wasn’t busy terrorizing pour Ally I could be found at 5story with Pinky practicing our Top Gun routine. RIGHTEOUS!

Got a chance to chill with Nat Queen Cole as well, talkin, bullshittin, laughin, throwin shit offa 5story, swimming back up into her birth canal, jus hangin out.

Jus last weekend I had the pleasure of coolin out at Umpy’s house, with the likes of Gannon, Josh, who reminds me of that dude from Half Baked who lives on the couch. It was a laid back night till Umpy caked a 25 year old attendee and relocated him to the kitchen floor shattering tasteful kitchenware in the process. I’d say that was the closet thing to an ol fashion cowboy saloon bar brawl I will ever see. After I sampled some full bodied Jamaican lager and successfully upgraded his router’s firmware I excused myself from the festivities and retreated to my car to begin the short drive home only to find my car enveloped in a new glossy finish. Not too many silkworms where I’m from so I figured I had been wrapped! Now I can think of far more useful applications for the wrap of seran but I guess Ian had other plans. With the help of Mr. Gannon I was able to get what seemed no less than 5 pounds worth of the wrappy substance from my car’s immaculate body. G’times.

Remember Whens

Brady — Fri, 15 Sep 2006 01:38:38 +0000

Mario Soda – I’ve spent nights tossing and turning trying to remember this stuff. From what I can recollect, this was the nectar of the gods, the cream of the crop, the king of swing, the colossus of clout, the mac daddy of sugary carbonated beverages. You got Mario Punch (amazing), Luigi Berry, Yoshi Apple (breathtaking), & Princess Cherry (paint thinner). I would suck these down and lick the cans after when I was a wee lad livin in the early 90′s. I wanna know how many of you out there have had the pleasure of sippin chode sized novelty nintendo soda.

Salute Your Muthafuckin Shorts : Reminisce with me wont you? Back to when the summers were filled with Nickolodeon and Stick Stickly…Back when quality programming dominated the Nick Network, when mullet-rocking characters like Zeke stole the hearts of adoring preteen girls. And who could forget Donkey Lips, the lovable fat fuck with a speech impediment. I remember wishing to salute the shorts of a certain female cast member (pictured in the middle here) but I bet that lurky camp counselor probably beat me to it. What stuck out most in my mind was the dreaded Awful Waffle..the sticky tradition that entailed the victim sprawled out with his midriff exposed and than received a belly button full of maple syrup. Good stuff.

18 rly? ya.

Brady — Tue, 05 Sep 2006 21:46:00 +0000

Well first, second, and third of all, I’m 18 so expect a sharp revenue increase for porno, lotto tickets, and low quality hotel rooms! An ample reception was held at my grammas, complete with a coconut cake shaped like a shitting dog, a clown, and a birthday strangle from Pinky. Brosef and Hoesafe paid their respects to me by having me waken up, and lured into the front room, before me stood a 50″ Plasma TV screen. My first thought was females, but both the E, and the A have traveled outside the confines of Cali and are doin their own non-community college thing…Whatev. Anyway, before I could come up with thought #2, a god damn nurse and a god damn fairy popped outta that box like fuckin Jack. A happy birthday indeed.

San Mateo County Fair jus came through this great town, Pinky & I made it a point to sneak in every night and rob the community of the 18 dollars a night they would have gained on a nightly basis. Fuck street upkeep. Pretty much every night we went, I ended up totally forfeiting any financial gain I would have made by emptying my wallet on 8 dollar mutant turkey hunks and orange fuckin juliuss that still taste like liquid orgasm. Basically for the week and a half it was in town, the fair drew me in every night religiously, every night the contingency plan for entry and possible escape got more and more intricate and not once did we have run-ins with the local carney watchdogs. 6’4″ stealth ninjas FTW. The rides were comparable to feces but we still haggled our way on them despite our lack of tickets or frugality (look that one up), the gravatron for instance relocated my bowels up into my esophagus as shown here. There were goats. There was PISS, and it was enjoyed in the name of Hoesafe.

What’s Been Up

Brady — Sun, 20 Aug 2006 08:05:02 +0000

I enjoy ping pong. I enjoy beer. Needless to say, I enjoy BEER PONG! I can think of no better way to test limits of human athleticism than lobbing a ping pong ball ( or in our case, a ball of tin foil ) into a little red cup. I have always been an avid spectator of this formidable sport, but on that fateful evening, I, alongside the mighty Chuck, made my debut performance after being brought up to speed by a quick tutorial thanks to Chuck. From lob one I was hooked and Chuck & I made a name for ourselves as a stumbling force to be reckoned with. The party that night was at my alleged twin‘s house whose brother, pictured here, was rumoured of penetrating the most renowned of manly organs with a cold steel rod. Yes, yes, the boy pictured to direct right pierced his own dork…did I mention he’s still in high school? Pretty crazy night all in all, although the playing of the Jenga kinda signaled the winding down of things…thus beckoning my immediate departure from the deadened scene. I am thankful for my vehicle.

More recently I was at my girl Tory’s house who I have been friends with since the elementary school days. The party was satisfactory to say the least, even had a little kumbaya sesh outside and a real big fuckin fish inside. I was immediately greeted inside by a welcoming boob grab and then there was Dana who grabbed my hat & attention with her mammory glands fumbling out of her shirt, Danielle, my ebony queen was there, she recently got her booby pierced, ya better believe she showed me! The Dubb was there, licensed to boss and blur vision with that flourescent striped shirt he seems to love. As the night went on my NBHQ hat that my girl got me circulated around the party from head to head to heads. This pic should cracka smile, everyones cukoo for GUY DONG.

My hula girl girlfriend (on the right) borrowed my camera for a week when she went over to Hawaii for water polo and in doing so forced me to do two things I never wished to do and probably never will again. Post anyones stuff other than my own & BORROW MY CAMERA so consider this me being a wonderful companion showcasing the works of mah luvah. Heres some butts which are pretty cool, but also a troublesome / possibly wonderful indicator of my ladies possible bisexuality…then there was Exhibit B, C, D, and fuckin E! Mahalo!

Celias Rough Night

Brady — Thu, 03 Aug 2006 05:56:32 +0000

As you can plainly see, my poor whip was molested and defaced in the night by none other than Nat Queen Cole & nameless accomplices, it would seem that the NBHQ – mobile is simply irresistable, not suprising, once you ride shotty in my vehicle, sit back and let all 105 horses gallop your hooked for life.

X-Men 3 FTW!!

Brady — Mon, 29 May 2006 06:48:26 +0000

So basically it was the best 11 bucks I’ve spent period. Ian and I went to Natalie & Julia to reassure others of our masculinity but on the inside I was about to squeak with excitement! Now I would hope all of my loyal readers have seen the juggernaut video if not, make sure you do. Classic. But anyway that only amplified my sweaty palm rubbing, butt clenching, eye widening anticipation and me and Ian were at the each of our seat waiting to see our pal juggs!

Now, at first sight the hollywood-ized Juggs looks a less imposing than his cartoon counterpart but rest assured, he delivered the one liner we were begging to hear:

Immortal Technique

Brady — Fri, 21 Apr 2006 03:04:17 +0000

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.

Freestylin

Immortal Technique – Dance w/ the Devil

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

A Day at the Zoo

Brady — Wed, 12 Apr 2006 00:00:03 +0000

Grabbed my gal pal and zoo key and drove some miles to the San Francisco Zoo. I really came to see my penguin friends, but most of em were bein kinda timid. The same could not be said for the local peacock who was jus chillin around the premises, needless to say, Julia chased after it.

We ran into two creatures that I had never heard of, the duiker and the dick dick, both names made me giggle a little bit.

I think these are baboons or some other kinda monkey with the big red asses. Speakin of dem monkeys, I would be the alpha male and this would be Ian. For real though those gorillas are god damn swollen, jus check out those glutes gorilla booty rockin everywhere!

They even had your mom on exhibit.

Opening Day at the Stadium

Brady — Sun, 09 Apr 2006 04:46:53 +0000

Big ups to Ian and family for lettin me come to the Giants’ opening day game on Thursday insteada school, it’s been a few since I’ve sat in good ol ~~Pac Bell, SBC, Someother thing~~ AT&T
. I bought one of those frozen malt things that you eat with the little wooden stick for 4 bucks cause its tradition for me to empty out my wallet at sporting events.

Ian and I missed the broad singin the anthem cause we were buyin teh popcorn but I still caught a glimpse of the oversized flag and the bitchin blue angels roarin around in the sky. So I’m not bein boastful or anything but Brosef & I looked bashful in our Friscan attire, although that’s rather self-evident in the pic.

One of the cool things about the park is all the crazy crap they have setup for the children, the kiddies, like this lil tee ball field thanks to my will power and self restraint I didn’t hurl anything on the field or ask to play .

I proposed to Ian during the game using the alias Shane, and everyone knows when I don’t call him Ian or Susie I call him Jen. Evidence could be spotted on the Jumbotron we still gotta work out the prenups.

As expected Giants donkey punched the Braves 6 – 4 and good ol Barry was 0-4 with 2 intentional walks that beckoned 42,000 boos and no homerun for baseballs roidboy, but helllova game reguardless and I thank Ian for makin it possible.

Spring break starts Monday and I threw up last night for the first time in a long time. It’s the worst feeling when you get all clammy and white right before and you can feel that upchuck jus makin its path. Nasty ass ish to say the least and I hope never again to have such a close relationship with my toilet.

Another Weekend, Another Empty Tank

Brady — Mon, 03 Apr 2006 05:48:30 +0000

Saturday night was spent at el casa de Ash’ms in celebration of her 18th, I forgot her present and scored several dousche points, than Joe and me left early to get to Hot Import Nights but when we got there Joe and I realized that we got the date wrong, and the location. That upped our dousche score once again. So here it is 9:00 on a Saturday night rollin around in the Hoesafe Mobile with a lack of destination and a dwindling gas supply. Aint that a bitch.

Earlier that day I took my chic to a cave cause I’m hella romantic n shiot some guys take their ladies to dinner or a movie or somethin, I go the cave route. Baller.

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