Denny’s Crew Resurrected
8:30 A.M. on Wednesday morning, May 11th 2005, while most little boys and girls across the country are dilligently working in there sweaty little classrooms, and suprisingly temperate portables, I was jus starting to part ways with my wonderful slumber. It takes me about two and a half rolls to get completely out of my double sized bed, and as my toes graze the shit-colored carpet I find out no one I know got killed in South Central, L.A., and shit man, I prolly wouldn’t even have to use my A.K…Today is a good day.
I guess I forgot to mention the reason why we got to mosey into school at 10:00 was due to our teachers and PTA ( the same PTA that supplied every classroom with shitty ass air muffins during STAR testing ) protesting the Governator’s proposal to cut sommore dead prez’s outta the budget for education. Needless to say, the student body was outraged, and myself along with my peers were no exception and felt that the only way we could civilly deal with the matter was to formally congregate over several plates of “Moons over my Hammy” at our our buddy “Denny’s” house.
Went to the Ninja’s house first, stared at his doors ( which are LOVELY by the way ) while he got his numchucks and katanas..Finally, he emerged brandishing his, camouflage-yellow ninja vest and traditional ninja-star satchel. After all weapons were accounted for, we went off to go meet up with Denny and the boys. We found Dallas and JoeJoe meticulously reviewing everything Denny-boy had to offer, Curran starred into space in a most profound manner while I immediately zoned in on the best effing dish at Denny’s. Leisurely and efficiently we consumed fluffly, buttermily pancake after pancake and we think Curran might have even had his way with one of em. And jus as fast JoeJoe inhaled his bacon we were outro, schoolbound, and late as fuck to class, Dennys-Style Bee-hatch.
Come to think of it– I still had my camera at school, and come to think about it even more, I remember snappin some! Fancy that. Here stands Leibs, my main meng, who’s kindness and grace is only exceeded by his freakish intellect. His Intelligence Quotient speaks for itself: 8,000. For god sakes, look at the ridiculously artistic photographs he takes of something as everyday as hot cheetos!. I know everyone knows my Fijian friend Leonard , Lenny, Fiji fuck, whatever, well I made this for his myspace. By the way, fuck MySpace and fuck YourSpace. And with that, I leave you with Mario, and a very special kung fu hump.
Peep this badass NBHQ dedication my number one fan drew on his folder, John Ferrel is the man. And Alisha sent this one in and theres like 30 or 7 more here.
Warning : This post is almost over and I still have a bunch of irrelevant pics I need to share so I shall do my best, here goes : Elephants makin the whoopee. Kitty in a shoe. Scary ass shit, and I hate poo.
Notice how the news is kinda…stickin out of the lines makin everything look borderline fucked up? This is because I upgraded the script to the newest version, fixes a lotta bugs and vulnerabilities makin NBHQ.NET way more secure than yesterday and jus as secure as tommorow! I will tweak it more so everything looks nice and less along the borderline of fucked up. And I’m runnin Bay to Breakers on Sunday, I plan on finishing before all of the Kenyans, so…wish me luck.
– Genius Company Name
– I’d prolly step on these by mistake
– Hella addicting game
– some other dude named cahill
– some other dude named brady wtf?!
How NOT To Pick Up Girls…
I’m sure you all remember Natalie right? The one who was sportin a sling for her busted clavicle not so many days ago? My driving instructor? Oh and did I mention her clavicle (choler bone)?! And I’m sure you are all aware my brutish tendency to hug and pick up anyone and anything I can…Well, on Friday I felt the need for Natalie to experience one of my “pick-ups” so I went to hoist Miss Natalie up with the quickness, over my head, arms fully extended, keep in mind that’s gotta be like 7 feet up ya know? With that very same quickness, gravity immediately took the upper hand, and Miss Natalie came back down, 7 feet down without puttin her arms out or anything, jus one…nasty…fall, onto cement. She wasn’t gettin up, piss damn near trickled down my pantaloons while I’m thinkin to myself “wow…what the F jus happend.”
I guess I forgot to mention Ally, Julia, and Emily were all there…witnesses to my heinous act; 911 dialers. We heard the sirens of the Ambulance and FIRE ENGINE before they had even gotten close, by that time I was trippin pretty hard, and poor Natalie is on the cold hardass ground hopin her damn shoulder doesn’t fall off or somethin. As you can see in the photo on the top left, there were a bunch of EMT peeps to strap Nat into her stretcher and into the ambulance off to the hospital. I talked to her when she got back home from the hospital and she said that since her choler bone had never fully healed in the first place, it jus got more…broken. :P. So I guess that was probably the craziest thing I’ve been an accomplace to all year.
I guess there is much to be learned, if I was Jerry Springer, and I had final thoughts they would be as follows:
1. Power lifting is something that is to be practiced within the confines of a designated weight room or gymnasium2. Gentle landings are essential in well executed “pick-ups”
3. What I did was NOT how you should pick up girls…
Onto to far more upbeat matters, both myself and my lesbianish haircut were in attendance at this years “All City” dance and not to sound “overly-hip” or anything but I found the event to be somewhat “off da hook.” I can’t thank these wonderful ladies enough “scrunching” my hair and givin me a ride to the dance in a sweet convertible BMW. And hey look! We even posed for my momma ( happy mothers day by the way ) The quality of picture taking seemed to go downhill after our pose de mi mama and things were starting to get sour. Soon enough, the same things sweetened up again after Meg and Ashley’s duette / triette with Kelly Clarkson ( 7.9 MB ), I highly suggest downloading that. It was the first time I had brought my camera to a dance but it wasn’t the first time I’d forgot to take pictures :P. I snapped a few with the boys and one with jus Lenny. And one of Julia lookin mighty fine. Bada Bing.
Yeh I know the party at Megs was more than a week ago, but I feel that you deserve to know how kickass it truly twas. I share the kickness with you now:
Arrived with Ash’ms and quickly met up with some of my main mengs, caught a glimpse of my sleeping twin and his ass woke up for me and we posed, and posed the night away. Girls, Girls, different girls, hugging girls, my girl, humping girls, super tall girl?. Heres an unnecessarily small beeramid composed of completely light brews that was soon knocked the FUCK over by my clumsy twin. Heres a crew shot with me and my AZN boys and another with my other buddies and one more two chinned delight one to grow on. Why heck! There were crew shots galore at Meg’s that night, I was lucky to partake in some while I was lucky to not expose myself in others( pooooorr Sheila hah ) When Doug showed up he was immediately engulfed in a sea of hugs but swam out of it and had time for a quick shot with the ol boy. Thats not me, thats not a beer bong it is merely apple cider being served in tubing apparatus…I’m serious. That’s me and my 2nd biggest fan ( 1rst is John Ferrel ) and here is a video of why this man is my 2nd biggest fan ( 7.5 MB ). ( Warning : Kind of annoying ) Heres the obligatory shot of John and Jill acting like they’ve been goin out for 5 months or something…:P And of course, no night is complete without me tryin to rub some tit on somebody and no night is completely kick ass unless Meg herself is involved 🙂
So I guess you guys noticed that the site was suspended for a week eh? :/ Well I guess you could say it was partly my fault for being naive and CHMOD’ing way too many folders with way too many permissions. Basically the site was suspended cause someone exploited one of the CGI scripts on the server and spammed / mailbombed the bajeebus outta people using my SMTP server so I had to deal with the reprocussions of some jerkoff kid. Anyway, Many thanks to Shivin Hameed, Rob G, and Ren from my host for helping me get the matter resolved. But that’s really all I have to say about that, remember kids, CGI scripts aren’t for everybody and can be very dangerous at times.
Congratulations to my bro Pinky for gettin off Probation, tell Stephan R to keep that shit wild style, and I’ll smile, and yo check the floor, gods got nice tiles ;).
5/6/05
– I believe you have my stapler?
– A town called “Fucking”
– 8500 Calorie Manwich
– Lotsa Tongues
– Big fuckin dogs
– Celeb Lookalikes
– Pac-Man in real life?
– My Car’s Soundsystem
Teenage Mutant Turtle Prank Callers
My phone rings, 6:00 PM on Wednesday, I dish out the standard “Hello?” and in return this little tiny voice peeps out: “Do you have my turtle?” Curiosity takes hold and I inquire to know more about the missing turtle in question. The faint voice(s) tells me the turtles name is “Myrtle”, and has this name engraved on his shell…Thankfully this narrowed down the search criteria and yielded much hope for the discovery and safe return of Myrtle the turtle. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve gotten my fair share of phone conversations like this, but this one had me THOROUGHLY perplexed. To make matters even more bewhildering, after our 14-minute talk came to an end and I went out and came back only to find this on my doorstep. How bout that eh?
It’s been a most bountiful week to say the least, Monday came, Wednesday Came, and Friday definately came. As you can tell, the featured photo has been updated; that’d be Pinky when we went to Micky Dee’s the other day and he consumed about 1/3 of an entire cow and washed it all down with the McChode sized water beverage.
I mentioned goin to Tower last weekend or something and pickin up some radder than rad posters; well heres the ali one, pretty badass to say the least, Ali kicks your ass. And, damn near equivalent in ass-kicking factor we have the Zeppelin one right next to Robert Marley. Pretty sweet eh? My goal is to get my walls almost completely covered while complying to local fire hazard safety regulations ;).
Added a couple of Videos today, the first being Doyle briefly doing “The Robot” in the middle of class which I predict will soon be a classic. You can download that one here 4.6 MB. The other video is one I’ve been meaning to upload for some time now, surely you all remember Shrek the lovable plus-sized daredevil who slowly rises at the oppurtunity to pound down some nasty ass, old, nasty ass, warm and nasty ass lemonade…anyway download that shit Here 6.8 MB. Remember, you can still download the old videos here.
If you’ve noticed the gradual cutting back of affiliates / plugs on the right side of the page, it’s only because all the fuckin sites seem to be dyin out a rapid ass pace. What the ass is goin on? If you have a decent site, e-mail me if you wanna swap links, use any of theseto link me back and I will surely do the same, tryin to get this ish back in motion okay?
Saturday night will soon be upon thee and I intent to snap some shots mmmkay? Stay up and keep on keepin my friends and accomplaces. Anyone down to followin me down to the Rose Parade? 😉
– Shocking truth about the new pope!
– Would you go on this?
– This will make you feel like a failure
– Blow Up NBHQ
– Statue Molesters
Gettin A Lot Off My Chest
Wow, it would appear the teachers have me and the rest of my classmates (of the same gender) by the balls as of late. I’ve never had so much ba-dunka-dunk junk to do in sucha cramped amount of time, and believe me, I got the cramps. Why they gotta cram me with this jibba? Why do they find it so utterly neccesary to cramp my style? Surely they know I have half-dozens of loyal and deserving fans that NEED to be informed jus HOW LONG my nap sessions are and jus HOW tight my educators are applying the vice grips to my testiculars…But uh, I’m hopin once I get past this “fart gust” of homework and “ass tsunami” of projects than it’ll be clearr sailing down shit creek. Also, please be informed that I absolutely LOATHE feces and positively DETEST mayonaise…That is all…Oh and I also tend to dot dot dot when I plan on filling space and bulkin up the word count so it looks like I’m writing more about cool stuff that really isn’t happening because I need a god damn poop-tube to stay afloat in this piss pool of school..fool. Wasnt that cool?
Your wondering why Sideshow Bob is shown in the top left in the conventional benchpressing position eh? So ya know how I have weight lifting as a class 4th period? Well now ya do. I’ve been hittin up that bench pretty hard lately, (among other things) started out the year strugglin with 185 lbs and now, 65 pounds and 3 G’s worth of anabolic steroids later you’ll find my name on the Aragon Bench Board for 2 5 0 pounds baby…It’d be nice to hit at least 275 by the end of the year and at least 300 before I graduate from this place. Now if I can only get to liftin dem grades eh?
Speakin of good time kick ass matters, I went to Celia’s, a fine-by-me Mexican resturaunt that meets all of my Mexican needs and than saturates them in the yummy yummy expand my tummy fried ice cream. My reaction? Wow. I thank the scientist community of the world for applying themselves for generations and unlocking the secrets on how to fuckin DEEP FRY ice cream…I feel sorry for the poor saps who might have lived their whole lives without being exposed to the technological advancements that those fortunate enough to be living today, can spoon down our lucky little gullets. God bless you Celias…Yo quiero tu.
Went downtown with somma my boys the other night, yeh Matty Ebert drove, and yeh we had pizza, and you better fuckin believe it was Pizza My Heart. No I didn’t bring my camera, but Allah as my witness I will next time cause you can bet your mommas southern can there were some powerful photo ops that the press woulda loved to get their grubby little hands on. Like maybe a movie of Eebs studdering and stammering than bursting into uncontrollable laughter, or maybe a still shot of Pinky flipping off a officer of the LAW, or the infamous shot of like fourteen naked girls makin out. You love it.
I went to longs and had about 75 pics developed that I had takin with my digital camera, which is pretty fuckin high on the kickass meter. I highly recommend that if you have takin, or been a part incredibly cool photographs, that you have them printed out, costs .29 cents per 4×6 and they are .19 cents if you buy more than 25, and 75 is more than 25 and 75 is 50 more than 25 therefore they are unequal. So what I got out the experience was, a loss of twenty three dollars and fourty nine cents, and not one but two bulletin boards fulla insanely badass shots of my lovers and friends. Rasta!
– Supersuit?
– Largest Humans Ever
– aqua teen carl soundboard
– pedros house from napoleon dynamite
– Make Your Own Boyband
– Free Ass Paste
– World Jump Day
– No Armed Swimmer
– My Friend Todd Morrison