Im home.
For those of you who arent pictographically inclined Oklahoma or bust, was the name of this adventure. With a mind to get out town, ride some bike and forget about the hustle-bustle for a bit (or was it the hustle-bustle that was to forget about me), I jetted down to Tulsa, OK okay?
Now, based on previous responses I feel I should explain, why the hell did you go to Oklahoma?!
rottenart and Chelsea, duh-o-rama.
I knew they were awesome when I booked that flight just how awesome was yet to be discovered. I was received at the airport with glorious smiles of two beautiful people, we ate some chili cheese burgers and spoke of Southern Culture and misadventure of North West Airlines.
Hey, MK! That pic of rottenart why is he dressed all Duckie?
Well, funny you should ask my visit to Tulsa coincided with the second annual 80s Prom. Fun for you, fun for me (and by fun I mean ass grabbin, of course). We were part of the fashion show extravaganza by UPC Fashion, which meant we had professionals to make us look ridiculous, ridiculously awesome that is.
Not even in costume yet, rottenart and I wonder Oi compadre, who is more radical?!
With those glasses?! Is there really any doubt?
And my prize? Chelsea's legendary pop-rocks brand earwax.
Back at her pad, Chelsea proves why she owns that town. Any woman who can make the 80s look good, is woman enough to rule any medium sized U.S. city.
Rottenart, myself and an estranged member of Iron Maiden take to higher ground to asses the scene.
Seeing someone interesting, I drop my glasses, perfecting what will later become the single most seductive gesture in human courtship history either that or code for hey drunk girls, come grab my ass a lot.
After being introduced to linz, twice, I finally realized why she was so familiar oh yeah, Ive seen your boobs!
The rest of my weekend was spent relaxing and getting to know those two radical, sexy, motherfuckers We took some pictures.
Chelsea enjoys a guacamole martini with Uma, I watch.
Ladies and Gentleman, Miss Parker Posey
Rottenart and Chelsea do enjoy Radiohead, and Roadhead.
After almost a week of research, I finally perfect my Chelsea impression or did Chelsea perfect her MK impression or did James Brown give rottenart a rimmer? Whatever, I know something Is going on here.
at this point in the journal is where I say mean things about people with Dial Up, because well, like theyll ever see this HAHAHAHAAHHA FUCK YOU DIALUPPERS!
Its nice to be home, with my stack of mail and maxed out answering machine. Despite the involvement of a tad more cat piss than I had originally planned for, all in all it was an awesome trip.
And kids, Oklahoma in July is a hot mutherfucker know it. KNOW IT
For those of you who arent pictographically inclined Oklahoma or bust, was the name of this adventure. With a mind to get out town, ride some bike and forget about the hustle-bustle for a bit (or was it the hustle-bustle that was to forget about me), I jetted down to Tulsa, OK okay?
Now, based on previous responses I feel I should explain, why the hell did you go to Oklahoma?!
rottenart and Chelsea, duh-o-rama.
I knew they were awesome when I booked that flight just how awesome was yet to be discovered. I was received at the airport with glorious smiles of two beautiful people, we ate some chili cheese burgers and spoke of Southern Culture and misadventure of North West Airlines.
Hey, MK! That pic of rottenart why is he dressed all Duckie?
Well, funny you should ask my visit to Tulsa coincided with the second annual 80s Prom. Fun for you, fun for me (and by fun I mean ass grabbin, of course). We were part of the fashion show extravaganza by UPC Fashion, which meant we had professionals to make us look ridiculous, ridiculously awesome that is.
Not even in costume yet, rottenart and I wonder Oi compadre, who is more radical?!
With those glasses?! Is there really any doubt?
And my prize? Chelsea's legendary pop-rocks brand earwax.
Back at her pad, Chelsea proves why she owns that town. Any woman who can make the 80s look good, is woman enough to rule any medium sized U.S. city.
Rottenart, myself and an estranged member of Iron Maiden take to higher ground to asses the scene.
Seeing someone interesting, I drop my glasses, perfecting what will later become the single most seductive gesture in human courtship history either that or code for hey drunk girls, come grab my ass a lot.
After being introduced to linz, twice, I finally realized why she was so familiar oh yeah, Ive seen your boobs!
The rest of my weekend was spent relaxing and getting to know those two radical, sexy, motherfuckers We took some pictures.
Chelsea enjoys a guacamole martini with Uma, I watch.
Ladies and Gentleman, Miss Parker Posey
Rottenart and Chelsea do enjoy Radiohead, and Roadhead.
After almost a week of research, I finally perfect my Chelsea impression or did Chelsea perfect her MK impression or did James Brown give rottenart a rimmer? Whatever, I know something Is going on here.
at this point in the journal is where I say mean things about people with Dial Up, because well, like theyll ever see this HAHAHAHAAHHA FUCK YOU DIALUPPERS!
Its nice to be home, with my stack of mail and maxed out answering machine. Despite the involvement of a tad more cat piss than I had originally planned for, all in all it was an awesome trip.
And kids, Oklahoma in July is a hot mutherfucker know it. KNOW IT
VIEW 25 of 33 COMMENTS
saturn1:
you aint home muthafucka i hasnt seen you!
clara:
Hm. I didn't see that. I must have reading comprehension issues. Send me a DVD?