It’s been a whole year since the massacre. July 4th 2009, I remember it like it was yesterday… (more…)
Archive for the ‘dudes’ Category
The Casselberry massacre: one year anniversary.
Saturday, July 3rd, 2010
Tits and grits: saggy and crunchy
Thursday, 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.
Wednesday, 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?
beer battered and breaded: finger painter keel
Wednesday, June 16th, 2010
Kyle Painter is one of my favorite subjects to observe and document. And above is part of the reason why. Another reason is because he got expelled when he was in middle school for fingering his two math partners during class. We love him so much, he even has his own category in our post archive. Good kid, he’s a good kid.
Undercooked seafood: it builds the immune system
Thursday, June 10th, 2010
Gettin funky at summer barbecues. You know how I know you’re gay? Because your eyes went straight to the shrimp instead of the titties.
Slide sleep: bruce gets pitted cross-country style
Thursday, June 3rd, 2010
Ever wake up next to a campfire in a water-slide with cowboy boots on in January? That’s some real man shit. It’s normal to walk out the back door here to see our favorite adventure addict, Bruce, snoring under the morning (or sometimes afternoon) sun. He’s on his first leg of a circumnavigation cycle trip around the US and he’s got a website where he’s documenting the whole thing. Follow his crazy ass around the country at The rippin gypsy website.
Weighing your options: let’s get funky
Sunday, May 30th, 2010
There are endless amounts of options on a given Saturday night. One of those options is choosing to get funky, obviously. Getting funky can include anything from vomiting on your friend’s lap, to slinging mud at women, and everywhere in between.
Man hair: Grizzly Adams ain’t got shit.
Monday, May 24th, 2010
The beard battle is finally over. Recent import and OG party journalist, JPR, is the last man standing. Even with this sweltering heat, I don’t think his face fuzz is going anywhere soon. How long did it take him? Well I don’t know but according to him, it stopped growing two years ago. I heard a rumor he was born with it.
Dirty tramps: dank nugglatron sessions
Sunday, May 16th, 2010
Heavy tramp sessions at the compound. It takes fine tuning to perfect the double bounce. The new line of tees are all packed up and should be to you by the end of the week. Unless you live across the globe, be patient cadets.
Lake life: where you’re low on the food chain.
Sunday, May 9th, 2010
Summer’s got its nose right up our asses to the point that the only outdoor activity bearable is spending the days on our backyard amoeba pond. And summer doesn’t officially start for another month. So, going against everything Hereforkicks has ever taught you: for the time being, water > fire. But in this lake you can only wonder what will close in first; the gators or the parasites.
