This week has been one hell of a week… It started with Justin coming home after almost five weeks on the road with Andrew WK on warped tour.  We met up at the Central Florida Fairground to watch him rip hard as you can see in the photo below.  The weekend would have been a total wash if it wasn’t for Justin pulling as many as he could to get us vip wrist bands and on the stage with all the bands.  Thanks a ton Justin. Also, thanks to Blake for hooking me up with a shirt! Blake is rad!  I have been slacking on these updates, which is not cool, so this week i bring you three.

Justin showing his home town how to party hard!
Aah, a face only a mother could love.  Haha, we all looked as burned as Justin at the end of the day.  Andrew WK came, conquered, and left in less than 24 hours.  We all miss Justin and Blake(AWK bass player and all around radical dude)  already and look forward to seeing them again after the tour.  Justin, if you read this… Bring Blake back after tour, we need him around.
The finally! Joey Juaristi fighting for his life on stage hammered with The Casualties!

Casualties are coming back to orlando soon with Gwar,  They know Erik(71n. resident), and said they plan to party at the house before and after their orlando show with GWAR!  Casualties at the trails??? We will see!

Yesterday Greg and I spent the day with our buddy Trey Jones…  A day on the lake sounds relaxing unless your friends try to whip your ass by dragging you on a tube through our foot tall waves behind a boat with the intentions of breaking your neck.  Greg, Trey and I spent the rest of the afternoon jumping off of the boat house into doo doo muck water. Cheers!

Nothing like walking to the bathroom to clean yourself only to find an unwanted fungus all over your shower…  This, however, is evidence disproving anyone who says that Kyle Painter never showers.  So, for the record.  Kyle Painter has taken at least one shower!

So cats can fly…  But, do they always land on their feet?  When a high guy grabs a cat and tells you to “get a picture of this”  you point the camera and cover the essential parts of your body to prepare.   This is a traumatizing moment of a cats life that it’s owner will more than likely never remember happening.  Cat did land on it’s feet.  Who would have guessed?

Yeah, i tell ya.  I got a whole slew of these photos… People get pissed when the camera comes out and the alcohol doesn’t mix with anger.  The last thing you want is a guy wearing a rainbow, skull and crossed boners shirt ready to throw his watermelon flavored beverage at you.  If you see one of these photos it is probably because i don’t have anything else to post.  Sorry, thats just the truth.

You are witnessing the first installment of a long line.  This line will be forever known as the “get that camera out of my face”.  Joey has many of these saved up so be on the look out for the next installment.  Joey hates cameras!

So, this week the crew rolled to New Smyrna beach for a good time at Chaz’s house and some early morning ocean swimming.  There was some alcohol involved if you need to know.   For some reason the general population felt it necessary to take a can opener to the top of their canned drinks leaving the contents exposed.  Who could that possibly be a problem for?  Anybody but Joey!  Joey, in a drunken genius moment, grabbed a beer bong tube and walked around hijacking everyones drinks.  One good suck on Joe’s tube could pull someones entire drink into the tube.  With a tube full of beer or four locos joey could run across the house consuming without being directly in front of the person trying to steal a drink.  This invention is sure to be a staple in casselberry partys from now on. But, what should this thing be called?

When Mesh Skatepark opened up back in 2004 there was this family of Doh Doh birds that lived in the field in front of the warehouse… Now, the park is gone and Chad and I opened a new shop across the street and these stupid ass birds have followed the stink of skateboarders and bmx kids.  Greg fed this dumb ass bird french fries out of his hands for five minutes and slipped in a cigarette butt.  Some how this flying dip shit spotted the problem and hauled ass.  Who wouldn’t?