Guest photos from the refrigerator by Burb and 1-Ply Scerri. Pat, why don’t you do the Ol’ Manoog a solid and provide some better toilet paper the next time I’m over. I mean I know it’s the recession and all but a couple more bucks for some Charmin’ or Angel Soft would be nice. My asshole would thank you.

Here’s what I did yesterday.

YESTERDAY

More HOPPS write-ups today. I found these on the interweb. Glad people still pay attention to this beaut! Now go buy a god-damn HOPPS board so we can make more commercials! How’s my marketing tactic, Jahmal?

The BLAAAHg gave the HOPPS Commercial an awesome write-up today. Thanks for putting a little steam in a man’s step this afternoon.

Pastrami Man can do it! Two different shoes, fist full of hot red meat, busted lip, mini-slick back and a hobbit beard . . . Lou, really letting yourself go these days.

PASTRAMI MAN

The Mrs. and I rode our bikes to the little red lighthouse on 191st this weekend.  Two things happened: One, I chapped my taint raw from my bike seat and two, took some Polaroids of the adventure.

POLAROIDS 3.23.10

After a glorious night of a thousand ass-pisses I awoke to find some Polaroids of mine (real old at that) have been published in BLUR MAGAZINE.  Should not have ate that corned beef last night.  Here’s some clips of issue 17 with my photos included, probably the most inappropriate ones in there.

A real scumbag celebration last week . . . Turtle turned 26 and James turned 37.

On his way to the union delegate office to become the skinniest carpenter in the union, Dave Caddo jumps this street gap first rip.

STREET GAP OLLIE

Some more Polaroids below mostly of some fucked up film.

POLAROIDS 3.10.10