gettin twisted, mindin my business, doin kickflips

sup hens? i know you're probably sick of looking at both mine and steve's ridiculous faces from steve's last post, cuz i look slightly homosexual, and steve either looks like he got punched in the stomache or is taking a shit. so here's some flicks from Shapes record release party, and some randoms.

round of porkhides please.

tasha declining steve's offer

after porkhides we went to shape's record release party over on park street.



foley and davy in the house.

you know it's a good place when they have pbr cans strung accross like christmas lights. apparently they actually worked, but we couldnt figure out how to turn them on.


GDP had a sweet denim jacket on.

pet microphone in the pocket.

GDP killin it.

shape on the mic. he didnt go on til 2:30, so everyone was good and wasted by then.



rockin it with a big bottle o whiskey.



after the big bottle o' whiskey.

both GDP and Shape had sick performances and everyone drank a lot. what more could you ask for? ill post up some vids from that night when i get around to it, aka 3 months from now.


house update: we still eat like crap.


and our sink is still dirty. pretty much because everyone has this mentality:


oh, and moses got a new ax throwers t-shirt, and has taken up the hobby of bottle chewing.

yo sennnnnnn

yo yo its cher boi steve sibs in the building, i know you were getting sick of seeing 12 patties of filth so i figured i'd step in right quick, and yo im representing brother skegs on this one.

migs drinking from the can of life

art or something

lounging on a calm tuesday afternoon

weed and pistachios rule

me triple kissing some canadian chicks, hehe no big deal

dumb drunk jerk off in our hotel in montreal

cooling it

drunken pact about something no one will ever remember

Twelve Patties

Stef and I gave each other burger challenges. She had to eat a quad stacker and I had to eat two quad stackers.

We succeeded in not only eating the burgers, but also in eating fries with ease.
If Stef is a MEAT-ivore, I must be a SUPER MEAT-ivore.

some loud thunder

on the train to ny for some st. patty's day drinkin

too goddamn cold out and we had to walk in the damn street


i look sooo irish compared to everyone else



eatin cold dog's with emily's sis

these flicks are from a little while ago but they're still awesome:

johnny and the moon sing-a-long. bill also has a penis in his ear.

steve started dancing with his pants off

yep

me and emily had a little paint sesh

read the note. this is how i get chicks.

here's some epic videos from dance party night at midland. (excuse the spaces. im drinking brew and blogger sucks)