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?!
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
It’s So DAMN Hot! & I Saw Green Day
Oh for the love of jeez! It’s so hot my balls are stickin to my knees! Good thing Green Day was off the sheez, for reez. It’s true, thanks to my main mayonaise Ebert, for hooking it up with two tickets for me and my swell gal pal to a attend a marvelous rock and/or roll concierto. The lineup included Jimmy Eat World & Floggin Molly, and there was fire too and fireworks. We drank beers. The show got out around midnight, and we headed over to Ian’s abode, free from parental supervision, with plenty of those kettle chips handy, salt & pepper is what I like. Colin Crawford plucked his 4-string with a blistering vengeance *you can bet that pun was intentional*, Eebs played that 6-string and took us all to Funkytown, Ian…hit drums with drumsticks. Good times. Lame Post.
My computer is proper fucked. My installation of Windows XP Pro that lasted me more than a year finally kicked the bucket, all hail the mighty Microsoft. Anyway, I’ll be rockin the Mandriva Linux till I sell the box all together and start afresh.
Nick Brady (me) is officially employed and has been deemed the title of IT guy @ Network Artist, a computer networking company in Redwood City, and it pays way more than your mom.
No links today…Bah humbug bitches. The next post will kick the asshole of this one.
Who Is Mike Jones?
Pretty fat rager party at my crib this last weekend, my humble abode, packed, like a fat man in a very small jacket, blubber bursting out of the zipper. chics in tight jeans, a guy who eatscool beans, and two more pairs of jeans. Liquid was scarce at this particular function, Joe managed to find a dilute drink to satisfy his mangina. I looked on. Jazz flute and Smirnoff Twist are for little…fairy…boys. Quoted. Ruff managed to smuggle in some shit from China, some shit from China that came from a exceptionally large can. Perhaps you noticed this photo, that was the gruesome aftermath of this event ( 4.1 mb ) . So remember kids, don’t try to smash a huge can on your dome unless you want a big stupid facial laceration. Always wear protection. Be careful when using that rubber rope thing that is capable of whipping the eyeball out of your eyeball socket. Don’t touch momma’s reaching stick. When all else fails, jus chill with your home dog.
Speakin of that crazy rottweiler / German shepard of mine…We dressed her up. As a bumble bee, as batman, and the devil too. Now how many of you can you spent a Thursday evening dressing up your peach miniature poodle in not jus one but three cute lil outfits? Go on…raise your hands.
So aside from keeping you up to date with my affairs as a high school senior, I decided to bring back all the old photos from my Freshman and Sophomore year and compile them into one conveniant folder. This one, this folder right here baby, the new home to more than a lot of photos that spell out the life in the times, the struggles, the good times, the lack of short term memory, and the good times. Take this old one of Randy for examplehe had three slices of pizza in his grill, at that time. That’s pretty marvelous. Member that day we rocked the stashes before we could grow our own? Member the hoes? Member when I chugged all that robotussin and my head got all weird? How bout when my upstairs neighbor left his water on and flooded my house so the fire deptartment came to bust open his door. Dramatic. Jus check em out.
And don’t think I forgot to mention the CURRENT school pics, these bad boys right here. The one of hoisting up a random freshman ( obviously I dint learn shit from Natalie ) and obviously that freshman wasn’t random if she was Ash’ms lil sissy poo. Poptart kicks the hump of a thousand camels when he directs traffic in the morning, for that I applaud him. I dislike rolly backpacks for the simple fact that they obstruct my path which requires the utmost space to accomodate my lengthy strides. I DO like the guy on the left, I mean hes got it down, I wanna take him to lunch. I despice being in the company of people taller than I, so when I get the apportunity to stand beside my good friend Shell Fish, I don’t pass it up.
So thats all for now, I have a job interview tommorow for some little computer networking company in Redwood City, if you were that one armless girl I would ask you cross your fingers but…ya know. As you probably noticed I tweaked the CSS of the photo gallery and cleaned up the video section a bit. Thats jus the beginning. Bitches.
– Stewie Griffin Soundboard
– Rocky Re-Enactment
– Watermelon Art
– NBHQ Myspace