Gorgeous Weekends
Pinky. My bueno amigo jus had his diece-siete over at the very luxorious comfor inn! And hey! At 81 dollars a night it better be right? Hella heads attended, our friend Jose C. showed up with his amigos Coron & Pacific. Twas a badass hotel room let me tell ya…hot red lights in the bathroom plus large amounts of marijuana equals girls too fucked up to get themselves out of the tub. I think I look a lot like a vampirein that pic and Pinky looks a tad crazy. As for this one it kinda appears as if my girl is a little nervous that the person holding her up might hit the deck any minute. in this pic I am reminded of big bird from sesame street, jus because. So anyway, it was a crackin night, I imitated Pinky, I noted the striking physical, and social similarities between these twins and oh yes they are fucking twins even though they “supposedly” say that they were born eleven months apart, thats horseshit. Joe-sef looked all washed up and ever so trashed. The same could be said for Caitlin who was showin off her own greenish complexion after her deep conversation with Jose C. As for me, I spent a lot of time on the bed with that hot girlfriend of mine. Hellova bed too, the bloodstained matress, the crispy sheets, and the bullet holes in the bed frame. Hell of a time, jus wait till your 18th Pinkster.
So other than attending supreme hotel parties I have been keepin busy with a plethora of michevious late night activities. Going to local shows with Joe-sef and the cigarette smoking Natalie. Or whether it be spotting Fahaad & the guy they call “Taco” while we are on the hunt for gang wars downtown. Maybe I enjoy takin photos of Joe sportin a face like he smells some piss. Than there was the time when we trashed Nat’s car. Most recently, we celebrated Poptart’s birfday at TGIF Fridays where he thorougly enjoyed the plush gift I gave him, him and his dirty ass crizzotch. From what I could tell, I think J-boy was havin a hellova time and aint that jus right.
– War of the worlds in 30 seconds
– Crazy sidewalk art
– Huge buildings
– Mondo burger
– NES RAP
– Remember these toys?!
NBHQ Needs Your Guidance
Dear Bitches,
I need your expert opinion on whether to continue using the current photo gallery script or a new, redesigned script.
Heres the brief pros and cons of each script :
Current Gallery –
Pros
– Simple
– Any old ape could navigate through it
– Doesn’t rely on databases so it can sometimes load faster, but lacks in organization
Cons
– EXTREMELY buggy, and unreliable, often fucks up entire batches of image files that takes hella long to fix.
– Not well supported
– Hard to customize
– Lacking in Bitchin Features
New Gallery
Pros
– Features a assload of bitchin features, as seen here
– Fully Customizeable
– User System, searching,
– Run on MySQL database, which means its way more secure and it wont fuck up like the current one.
Cons
– Might be hard for an imbecile to navigate
So what I need is some feedback, whether it be a comment or an e-mail to brady[AT]nbhq.net, letting me know which gallery stays, or if you have any questions.
I’ll make a REAL post soon about Brett’s Birthday bash and the other 2 parties I plan on attending in the next couple of days.
The Shit Dog
Errybody loves Tina right? The bumbling, lovable, deaf, dumb and blind pooch that feeds off the chicken fat and beef lard I sneak in her bowl. Well…Dumb story told: the lil plumper was pinchin her morning loaf on the lawn, followed by her obligatory A-town stomp and dig to throw some grass on her masterpiece as all dogs to. Anyway, she than proceeded to hop in the car, and upon my lap to the schoolward bound morning journey. Five minutes in my nasal cavities catch wind of something foul in the air. A raw, pungent, aroma emanating from that hippo herself. The car was stopped to carry out a closer inspection of the stench. Upon further inspection I noticed to very definite paw prints on my short pants filled and outlined in dark brown, very textured fecal matter. Dog shit. It would seem that the lil turd burgler, in her old, senile age neglected to watch out for her own poo as she was trying to bury it in the many blades of grass that carpet the church lawn. So thats my embarassing story for the day. Love it.
As for my other, far less interest chapter in the greatest story ever told…My computer is still, as my momma would say “shitted up.” My re-conversion to Linux is one that will be shortlived, due to compatibility issues with my processor, the kernel freaks out and the whole system locks up and I am forced to use my moms craptop to post this poop of a post. I figure I’ll jus scrap my box, sell it on craigslist and start anew like I said.
Adhering to the whole “start anew” thing, I have made a resolution to totally revamp the site once I build a new computer. The new version of NBHQ should be predominantly composed of Cascading Style Sheets as opposed to the outdated tabular format that I’ve been using since day one.
What this means to you the viewer :
- – Hella faster load times
– Prettier
– Less strain on slower computers
– Tell Stewie What To Do
– Artist on Acid
– Phoenomenal guitar player, playing double-neck acoustic guitar
– Black Panther Coloring Book
A Candle Lit Goodbye & A Lighter Note
A long day of painful mourning and grieving ended with a tranquil candle lit ceremony at the local safeway where Nick worked. The atmosphere felt upbeat and laughter resounded througout the crowded parking lot rather than the shedding of tears. There were smiles and smirks and pre-sneeze shots. I’m sure the Baron family appreciated the support from the immense crowd, each holding a candle in remembrance of our friend Nick. It’s inspiring to see the compassion displayed by those we love and care about in this time of grief and sorrow. It’s incredible witnessing the vast sea of supporters, unified by our burning lights, raised, guiding lights for our brother, Nicholas Anthony Barron.
Well as a bunch of you already found out, I had a little get together the other day, I have yet to post about the good times because the days following the festivities were plagued with “less the good times” and I felt it would be inapropiate to speak of during these hard times. Not to say that there are no more hard times ahead because of this tragic event that conspired, but I feel that it’s neccesary to restore a sense of normalcy within my viewers; anyway without any further adieu, ( and big words ) I post about my pawty:
Like a true boss, Cahill was the first to show, takin me for a insane little trip in daddies turbo charged Jetta, up and over the humps at speeds that would make your jowls flap. So, he was deserving of unveiling the monsterous 3-foot long sammiches. Than this ‘G’ comes rapping at my chamber door, rockin his pink lady robe and black and mild hangin from his pursed lips…Fantastic! I guess after that people jus kinda multiplied and began consumption process playin video games with hella crazy graphics, and makin me plates which is cool cause a cracka needa eat. So before you could say “Nick-or-ette,” there was already a schmokin section assembled in the patio, and yes I do enjoy saying “patio.” Brett got comfy with my poodle, JoJo sulked over his broken black and mild while dawkness schmoked his black and black. Ruff enjoyed sniffin a whiff of my dirty pillows and Kai got all up in it. Meanwhile, Pinky was nowhere to be found, a search led us outside where we found him, crouched beside a garage talkin all 6’s and 7’s to a gal pal I’m sure. Weird kid. But as I expected, it was damn crackin, the couch was packed and the love was flowin
We then sucked it in and put on our scandilous bikinis and hopped in the wah wah. The chickenfights, the power struggles, the poolside posing twas good times. Brett was made bitch by all, including himself, Ally and Reise’s pieces got hella frisky, Randy musta slept through that. Anyway, a song was sang, candles were blown, and amidst all the hub-bub I raised my arms in excitement only to have both wrists sliced off from the ceiling fan. E+A made my cake look pretty darn disgustering , and so and this looks like a scene out of a german shizzer video, or maybe I’m thinking of something else. Sucked to see everyone leave, but at least we got some fantabulous shots out of it, and this one where i’m looking away, this one of jus the honeys, this more than flattering pic of Meg, the guys and of course, me and the super swimsuit model. The sandwich was good while it lasted.
– that guy from full house has a livejournal
– Smart Inmante
– jack white punks some lil bee-hatch-hatch
– A funny video that wont make you barf yourself