Said goodbye to Chuck with this cake below. Zeus!

Babe’s pirate ship sailed all the way from Detroit to dock at my new liquor stand. Mirror cut to fit . . . I think you call that a touch of class.

Major things are to come, until then all I got is some oldies but goodies.

Downtown LA at Night

Downtown LA at Night part 2

Sequoia Mountains

P.S. I sound like a complete idiot in that last video.

I found out that police officers don’t want to shake your hand after giving you a Urinating In Public ticket.

The last installment of photos that make Greg Huff uncomfortable below. He probably won’t read these posts, but if he finally becomes literate this will be waiting for him.

Something is wrong with this.

Pat’s been working hard on his law applications lately but he still finds time to make nonsensical fake beer commercials.

Charley is leaving to start a career as San Francisco’s second ever exclusively gay dermatologist. You should see the decor of the office. Astounding. Let’s remember him and his New York days by these two clips. Good luck Chuck!

Palms Up!

She’s a Lady

Jerry does a 5-0 for the break dancing crowd.

jerry

Round two of pictures that make Greg Huff n’ Puff uncomfortable. This ones a gem, can’t wait for him to call me a fruit topping next time I see him.

Slacking on the posts lately cause the man is really bustin’ my balls these days.  I figured I better scrounge up something before my audience disappears.  And by audience I mean my girlfiend and maybe Pat Scerri.  

Anywho, I’m gonna post this picture below for the sheer enjoyment of pissing off Phillip Seymour Huffman.  In fact, this week will be dedicated to photos that will make that Greg Huffnagel feel uncomfortable.

Gave Charley a haircut.

A couple of clips of animal weirdness.

dog on shoulder

guitos ball

Last but not the least by any means . . . the most annoying credit roll ever edited in history. Don’t ask why I did this and for what, but yes it was for a job and I did get paid. Perhaps the Dave Chapelle show was popular at the time, you tell me.

quack! media credit roll