feast your eyes

amuse


rod show


kasl

this is apparently a tattoo. I don't know if I'm convinced, it looks a bit shopped

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here's some more ekundayo






craola


Glenn barr

I have treats.

car show



ekundayo

man, I am exhausted. I've been doing sidejobs after work for the past three days. there's nothing like leaving the house at 6:30 in the morning and not coming back til 9pm. tired as fuck but its worth it.

anybody know how to spot a hooker in a crowded bar? its easy, let me explain. in my line of work you become pretty adept at this game.
1. more than likely, a hooker on the hunt is always the lone girl that's dressed to party.
a. the only time they're not alone is when they're with a buddy. they never travel in groups of three or more.
2. they are never in a hurry. girls that are in town to party set a brisk, hurried pace. hookers always kind of saunter.
3. they don't spend as much time glued to their phones as other girls. they make eye contact with every prospective client.

I was working on a glasswasher at one of our bars this morning and I spotted one. my co-worker, who is not very good at this game pointed out the cute girl sitting by herself. as soon as I saw her, "dude, she's a hooker."
"no way"
"yes way"

a few minutes later this guy walks up to her, shoots a few lines, and comes over and asks the bartender where the nearest atm is. as if that wasn't enough, about ten minutes later she comes back and sits pretty much right in front of where we were working. she made a phone call that wasn't hard to overhear at all. something about the guy forgetting that he left his card in his room and asking her to come up with him while he gets it. and a little bit of fuck that guy I ain't fallin for that shit.

I don't understand why people would pay for sex. it is quite befuddling. I imagine it comes with a serious side of buyers remorse. hey man, you just spent a whole lotta money to do the horizontal bop. what were you thinking? those girls should at least give away a t shirt or bumper sticker with the purchase.

I'm so glad its Friday. got another side gig on Thursday so I'm really looking forward to not doin a Damn thing tomorrow.

does anybody still log in to MySpace? I haven't been on in about 4 years ; I'm surprised they haven't deleted my account.
well here are some pictures from MySpace



what is that?
why yes! I am sitting in a tub of ice and booze in my underwear. oh! of course I've been drinking. say, I can't help but notice you're not wearing any pants either! come! sit! we must speak!


another one of my PhotoShop portraits






I've got a cousin in Germany that recently did a photoshoot for a hot rod calendar



a few more shots from the calendar





enjoy Glenn Barr

this one is my favorite, ordered a print

so I decided to run by zia after work today to pick up a record. as I walked through the door I was greeted by none other than my best fucking friend. haven't seen this guy in a few months with all the nonsense that's been goin on. so we shot the shit for a while.

( this space was previously occupied by an in depth exposition of said "nonsense". deleted due to a high content of lackluster subject matter containing themes that involve failed relationships with selfish and manipulative individuals that nobody wants read any ways.)

enjoy pictures of some of my favorite things

I need to get myself a camera.... soon

I'm gonna get my hair cut tomorrow, at my favorite barbershop, hi-rollers. my barber looks like Jamie hyneman. he combs me up real slick like

check it out, the darlings





using my brothers computer

the ex took the computer and the camera. it was classic, she cared more about stuff than the fact that we were splitting up.
oh well, I wasnt gonna fight about stupid shit. I'd much prefer to be happy than have a lot of nifty stuff

oh and i almost forgot.. deadhand is the best unsigned band in vegas.
press play....... do it...... you know you want to...... you wont be disappointed...... promise


and if you like mgmt



one more. this is my buddys band. that sexy bearded fuck would be my hetero-life=partner

so once upon a time I had a pair of vans limited edition duke kahanamoku surfers.



god I miss those shoes. you have absolutely no idea, there was a bond between man and shoe. the shoes knew what the man needed; comfort, support, dry feet etc etc. But the man, oh the man was a selfish, negligent type of man. dont get me wrong, he cared deeply for those shoes. But only after it was too late did he realize that he had taken them for granted. he has since mourned the loss of his wonderful shoes, hoping to one day find another pair just like them.
well today was that day. there is a pair of size 13s on ebay for a whopping 2 hundo. unfortunately the seller is "away", and i have to wait for the shoes to go back up for sale.

im off to watch tinker. tailor. soldier. spy.

more craola if youd like

I should not be awake right now...

got a song stuck in my head

"how your waist anorexic but your ass is colossal"

I remember laughing out loud hard the first time I heard that

nothing new really.

I am one accident prone motherfucker. I swear to god I'm going to lose a finger someday ( knock on wood)

most of the time I just have way too many thought processes goin on that I don't pay attention to what I'm doing physically.

at least I didn't slice my finger open again.
that blew hard, and fuck stitches, I don't need stitches. and that's not some macho bravado, I just don't enjoy emergency rooms.

I'm gonna try to sleep now.

enjoy my pretty much all time favorite artist

Greg "Craola" Simkins



www.imscared.com

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