I’ve seen many black-eyes indirectly from beer (fights, stumbles, etc.) but never a direct hit. Cheers! Busch for the win, again. Kyle Painter week coming soon?
Black eye: ever got one from a cheers?
July 28th, 2010
Ripping coppers: they were drunk kids once upon a time.
July 25th, 2010
After breaking down last night, we ran into some ripping coppers who took some time to fuck off with us for a minute despite the following facts:
• When they pulled up, someone was laying in the road and throwing cans at a beeping car’s windshield.
• Our front seat was littered with beer cans.
• That tie-dye fucker on the right is obviously carrying/on some heavy weed.
• One of our party was arrested minutes earlier for peeing in a police car gas tank in the next town over.
A sticky situation: there’s about to be one
July 18th, 2010
The sky is beautiful: the moon’s out too.
July 15th, 2010
Pressure washers: who needs ‘em?
July 9th, 2010
Gina Lopez tits: almost as good as Tommy Boy.
July 5th, 2010
A few weeks ago I posted up a photo of some chicks giving a beaver shot (member?). I had a lot of trouble believing our room mate who was banging them when he said the one was a porno star. And then he directed me to this video, and now I’m a believer. Bang Bros, that’s pretty big time!
The Casselberry massacre: one year anniversary.
July 3rd, 2010
It’s been a whole year since the massacre. July 4th 2009, I remember it like it was yesterday… Read the rest of this entry »
Tits and grits: saggy and crunchy
July 1st, 2010
If you’ve never heard of Café Risqué, it’s a strip club/breakfast diner in Florida and their slogan is ‘tits n grits’. Roast beef sandwiches aren’t on the menu, but I haven’t seen so many since the last time I went to Arby’s. A perfect stop for for the hungry and horny traveller. Don’t forget your one-time-use pocket pussy at the register.
Histoplamosis: getting back on track.
June 30th, 2010
After being out on the jet for a weeks with no one to pick up the slack, this site started looking pretty barren. I was quick to realize that there aren’t as many crackheads outside of Casselberry, Florida to photograph. Everybody can thank our friend Brien, shown here feeding someone a smelly chicken, for taking care of shipping problems– he sent out some free stickers and buttons for compensation as well so sit tight! New post every day this week?













