FUNFACT: I think I have a fetish... Can this qualify as a fetish? I love tattooed and pierced women more than the average man. Is it a coincidence that I am currently on SuicideGirls? No. I have nothing against non-body-modded girlies at all. I think they're hella attractive... But I just melt for girls with ink-sleeves and badass tattoos. I dunno what it is. Might come from something from my childhood. If you've known me long enough (even here on SG), you'd know that my mom and all her friends were gutterpunks. So all the women I knew were like pierced, tattooed, and covered in crazy clothes. It probably has something to do with that... But doesn't a fetish mean you can only achieve arousal through the taboo object? I dunno... Maybe I should look into this... Also, for the record, I do not have a foot fetish. A lot of people seem to think I do because I'm obsessed with PinkPunk13's feet. Sorry folks. No dice. Feet can be cute, but in no way do I find them arousing. Why am I always massaging them, you ask? Because I'm good at it, and it gets chicks horny. Which, as new studies prove, is awesome.
Heeeeeeeeey SG-land! I've been neglecting you so much, I'm sorry! And I've had nothing but bad news in the past little while. Fuck. Whatever. Shit happened. Bad shit. Lots of bad shit. But I'm here in one piece, and smiling like a fucking lunatic. So all is normal again.
I've also been neglecting you guys because of my fucking schedule. I got some killer surgery in like... four days. So I've been working as much as possible to score that little bit of extra cash for my tattoo-savings and be able to eat while I'm off work and healing. I've never had surgery before. I wonder what awaits me.
Feel free to skip ahead to the pictures (picture journals, oh how I've missed you so...). But right now, I need to let some steam off...
FUCK! Sooooo fucking angry. I've been a mondo-huge fan of the deftones for about 5 years, and I've never seen 'em live before. I get wind of the fact that they'll be coming here soon... One of my new punk buddies goes "I think it's on the 23rd or something". So I assume I can work the rest of the week off, then check for info. They came here April fucking third. Not twenty-third. I worked that day. I had planned to RTO the day off (had it been later in the month) and buy some of the easily-sold-out-tickets off a scalper. I was gonna pay up to 60 bucks for this. I was so determined to go that I would have actually gone alone. Yeah. Doesn't sound like a big deal. But I don't do many big things alone. It's always much better with a friend. But I was sooooo bonered for this show. And I fucking missed it. I worked that night. I didn't even know I missed it until PinkPunk13 fucking calls me after work and goes "Oh hun, you're gonna kill me if I tell you what just happened..."
"Uh-oh. What...?"
"[Insert her ex-co-worker's name here] just called me and asked if I wanted a free ticket and a ride down to the 'Tones concert with her and all her friends."
"[Silence for about 3 minutes]"
"You okay? I rejected it because I thought that if I went and you didn't get to go you'd kill me. But I guess we can-"
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
And I basically raged for about an hour. Oh man. I was so looking forward to that gig so bad...
I dunno when they're even gonne come back! It was the last gig I could have went to before my surgery (for a while).
And now, tonight, all my favourite punk-friends and their bands are playing at an illegal venue in the middle of buttfuck-nowhere and got a couple free kegs things going on... And wouldn'tchya know it? I gotta fucking work.
!
Fuck...
Just... Fuck...
Alright, now that all that garbage is out there to stink up your computer monitors and out of the way: Picture Journal Time! (These things take a lot of time, but are so worth it!)
(NOTE: You prolly already noticed, but all of my pictures that depict adventures are generall the aftermath. We're all usually too busy having fun and "getting totally rad" to take any pictures. So we do the best we can and take pictures of what's left afterwards. Today is no exception.)
We went out for Taco Bell, got a real botched order and couble charged, but for some reason I just didn't feel like doing anything about it. Then we went to a buddy's to pick up som patch-cords and my tuner. He then joined us on our quest to several dollar stores. Those places are a lot more fun than I remember them as a kid. I bought a bunch of stuff, and probably spent around 20 bucks.
Fake guns. Fake tattoos. Real badass! Haha!
My crappy pirate-quarter-sleeve. Hahahaha!
Both inside-arms. Exceptionally lame. Even more fake! Hehe!
Pirate-ship behind ear. Also fake. Heeheehee!
You know what's fun? Shooting PinkPunk13 while she's unsuspectingly chatting away to her girlfriends on the phone while she wears nothing but a fake-fur-coat and slippers.
You know what's not fun? When the crappy toy guns you bought at the dollar store can't shoot more than 3 feet and barely make it halfway to your prey.
Finally!
I finally got my "Potty Training Award"! Hahahaha!
What really boggles me about this item, is that it actually exists. Who the fuck would billboard the fact that their child can FINALLY put their shit in the toilet? Jesus Tittyfucking Christ, I find that offensive! So I just had to buy one for myself!
Isn't that a badass shot? Thanks to my fatfuck brother for that picture. We made bets on when and how he's gonna die. A couple people said cancer in the eyes. I thought "Macaroni & Cheese Overdose". But realisitically, I see the kid hitting his untimeley demise from "Super-AIDS" or "SAIDS", if you will. Hahahaha!
With all our rub-on tattoos on (*not shown, other people's fake tattoos), we decided to hit the mall. A lot of people are assholes when you show a lot of ink. I like that. It's fucking intolerant and moronic. It makes me laugh. Anyhow, while we were there I bought something magical...
Shown here are some regular Pocky boxes found lying around my house.
Shown here is the box of "Giant Pocky" or "Giga-Pocky" as I like to refer to them.
For an example of scale...
Fucking mondo huge eh? I love's 'em.
Amberlie shot her set with Lithium_Picnic, and it's gonna be rad! Go over to her and wish her luck for me!
Well... That's pretty much all I can remember to say at this point and I gotta leave for work in two minutes, so take it easy SG-boys-and-girls. I love you all ever so much!
I promise not to neglect you so much these days! Take care, and don't be a fucking stranger!
Take it fuckin' easy, dudes and dudettes! 
Heeeeeeeeey SG-land! I've been neglecting you so much, I'm sorry! And I've had nothing but bad news in the past little while. Fuck. Whatever. Shit happened. Bad shit. Lots of bad shit. But I'm here in one piece, and smiling like a fucking lunatic. So all is normal again.
I've also been neglecting you guys because of my fucking schedule. I got some killer surgery in like... four days. So I've been working as much as possible to score that little bit of extra cash for my tattoo-savings and be able to eat while I'm off work and healing. I've never had surgery before. I wonder what awaits me.
Feel free to skip ahead to the pictures (picture journals, oh how I've missed you so...). But right now, I need to let some steam off...
FUCK! Sooooo fucking angry. I've been a mondo-huge fan of the deftones for about 5 years, and I've never seen 'em live before. I get wind of the fact that they'll be coming here soon... One of my new punk buddies goes "I think it's on the 23rd or something". So I assume I can work the rest of the week off, then check for info. They came here April fucking third. Not twenty-third. I worked that day. I had planned to RTO the day off (had it been later in the month) and buy some of the easily-sold-out-tickets off a scalper. I was gonna pay up to 60 bucks for this. I was so determined to go that I would have actually gone alone. Yeah. Doesn't sound like a big deal. But I don't do many big things alone. It's always much better with a friend. But I was sooooo bonered for this show. And I fucking missed it. I worked that night. I didn't even know I missed it until PinkPunk13 fucking calls me after work and goes "Oh hun, you're gonna kill me if I tell you what just happened..."
"Uh-oh. What...?"
"[Insert her ex-co-worker's name here] just called me and asked if I wanted a free ticket and a ride down to the 'Tones concert with her and all her friends."
"[Silence for about 3 minutes]"
"You okay? I rejected it because I thought that if I went and you didn't get to go you'd kill me. But I guess we can-"
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
And I basically raged for about an hour. Oh man. I was so looking forward to that gig so bad...
I dunno when they're even gonne come back! It was the last gig I could have went to before my surgery (for a while).
And now, tonight, all my favourite punk-friends and their bands are playing at an illegal venue in the middle of buttfuck-nowhere and got a couple free kegs things going on... And wouldn'tchya know it? I gotta fucking work.
!
Fuck...
Just... Fuck...
Alright, now that all that garbage is out there to stink up your computer monitors and out of the way: Picture Journal Time! (These things take a lot of time, but are so worth it!)
(NOTE: You prolly already noticed, but all of my pictures that depict adventures are generall the aftermath. We're all usually too busy having fun and "getting totally rad" to take any pictures. So we do the best we can and take pictures of what's left afterwards. Today is no exception.)
We went out for Taco Bell, got a real botched order and couble charged, but for some reason I just didn't feel like doing anything about it. Then we went to a buddy's to pick up som patch-cords and my tuner. He then joined us on our quest to several dollar stores. Those places are a lot more fun than I remember them as a kid. I bought a bunch of stuff, and probably spent around 20 bucks.
Fake guns. Fake tattoos. Real badass! Haha!
My crappy pirate-quarter-sleeve. Hahahaha!
Both inside-arms. Exceptionally lame. Even more fake! Hehe!
Pirate-ship behind ear. Also fake. Heeheehee!
You know what's fun? Shooting PinkPunk13 while she's unsuspectingly chatting away to her girlfriends on the phone while she wears nothing but a fake-fur-coat and slippers.
You know what's not fun? When the crappy toy guns you bought at the dollar store can't shoot more than 3 feet and barely make it halfway to your prey.
Finally!
I finally got my "Potty Training Award"! Hahahaha!
What really boggles me about this item, is that it actually exists. Who the fuck would billboard the fact that their child can FINALLY put their shit in the toilet? Jesus Tittyfucking Christ, I find that offensive! So I just had to buy one for myself!
Isn't that a badass shot? Thanks to my fatfuck brother for that picture. We made bets on when and how he's gonna die. A couple people said cancer in the eyes. I thought "Macaroni & Cheese Overdose". But realisitically, I see the kid hitting his untimeley demise from "Super-AIDS" or "SAIDS", if you will. Hahahaha!
With all our rub-on tattoos on (*not shown, other people's fake tattoos), we decided to hit the mall. A lot of people are assholes when you show a lot of ink. I like that. It's fucking intolerant and moronic. It makes me laugh. Anyhow, while we were there I bought something magical...
Shown here are some regular Pocky boxes found lying around my house.
Shown here is the box of "Giant Pocky" or "Giga-Pocky" as I like to refer to them.
For an example of scale...
Fucking mondo huge eh? I love's 'em.
Amberlie shot her set with Lithium_Picnic, and it's gonna be rad! Go over to her and wish her luck for me!
Well... That's pretty much all I can remember to say at this point and I gotta leave for work in two minutes, so take it easy SG-boys-and-girls. I love you all ever so much!
I promise not to neglect you so much these days! Take care, and don't be a fucking stranger!
Take it fuckin' easy, dudes and dudettes!
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but yeah...if you didn't live so damn far i'd say come jam.
bad ass mutha fukka