Pimp My Ride II

I think Jake is gonna hate me by the time this thing is done. Calling him every hour to hear the bike start, or to request recent pictures must get old to him fairly quick. Either way, im so siked to get this thing back that i've had a bulge in my pants for over a week now. The only part that sucks is that due to hereditary issues, and family genes, its a pretty small bulge. Thats not to say that im not excited, its more of a disclaimer than anything.

I heart Jake (no homo)

The Opposite

If you're a Seinfeld fan, then you know that it is safe to say that any situation in life can be paralleled back to one of the hundreds of episodes. In my personal life I often find that when things have gone to poo, and I'm swirling the drain of life, or I am about to maybe do, or say something that shouldn't be said, going back to season 5, episode 22 is a life saver. Its when  George decides that every decision that he has ever made has been wrong, and that his life is the exact opposite of what it should be (like mine). Then, at the restaurant, he tells Jerry this, who convinces him that “if every instinct you have is wrong, then the opposite would have to be right”. George then resolves to start doing the complete opposite of what he would do normally. He suddenly begins to experience good luck, getting a girlfriend, moving out of his parents' house, and even landing a job with the New York Yankees. The Exact Opposite.

Well, today was the day. I was eating my lunch with some friends when this lady showed up.

She kindly asked me for a nickel or dime. Now, call me crazy, but shouldn't you start high, and work your way down? If I was a bum, I think I'd ask for 5 bucks, and then settle for a dollar, but not this hag. Whiskers hung from her chin like little hairs on a fly, and she smelled like a Porto potty with a skunk inside. When I told her that it looked like her cart was so full that it didn't seem possible to fit a nickle, nor a dime she got upset. She said, "Well then I hope you choke on your food." 

I am an a-hole, this you must understand. Had it not occurred to me to use my "opposite" theory here, this poor lady might have gotten her cart pushed over, spit on, cursed at, and told to shave her chin...but not today. Today was "opposite" day. Although deep down in my heart I wanted to go postal on her, instead I told her that i hoped she would have a nice day, that I loved her, and that if she needed a place to stay, my home was available to her. She payed me no mind, and made her way mumbling down the block. I tried.

I don't believe in Santa Claus, Jesus, L Ron Hubbard, or monogamy. What I do believe in is Karma, and when i got home today, after that wonderful exchange with the fly hair lady, the new issue of Bicycling Magazine was in my mailbox.  I Heart Karma.

Black Friday

Today is "Black Friday". Not sure why, not sure how the name got picked, but im siked on all things black, so i aint complaining. To blend in with the do gooders and holiday happiness i decided to attend a food drive/ brock party at Strussy and Undeafreated here in LA.  Why not help out the less fortunate while hangin with the homies at the same time. So I grabbed some canned goods, jumped on the hoopty,  and rolled on down to La Brea. 

The block was hot, the music was reggae..which should be spelled ray gay, cuz thats what it is, and the dunks were rimited.  Good times, good vibes, and even more importantly, free food and booze. You know there aint no party like a free -ass party.  Things were poppin' (thats hip hop for going really well) and everything in the store was on sale except the employees.

The Brobots, aka The Blackouts, aka The Brothers, aka The Jeffersons, aka Ako and Atiba came out to spin (plug an ipod in) the first set, followed by some randoms and then  DJ AM. Dont know much about that cat except that he's omnipresent. I swear to you that i have literally been at a club, he's in the dj booth, I split to go to another club, and the second i walk in, i look, and that s.o.b. is in the friggin dj booth. Not sure how he does it, but what i am sure of is that he's been with Mandy Moore, Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Ritchie, and numerous others. So not only is being omnipresent a sweet magic trick to play when your in a love triangle, but it gets you laid too. Who would have thought?  If I had the foresight to know that using a record player could make me rich, and get me laid, i'd never had bought a cassette tape, but instead steal music off the interweb, and by a nano. Gosh im dumb. My next life im going to be a procycling DJ. Lance got Kate Hudson and Mary Kate Olson. Chew on that.

Turkey Day!!

These are things that you can say on T-Day with the fam. 

01. Talk about a huge breast!

02. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist 

03. It's Cool Whip time 

 

04. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst 

05. That's one terrific spread 

06. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat 

07. Are you ready for seconds yet 

 

08. It’s a little dry, do you still want to eat it 

 

09. Just wait your turn, you'll get some 

10. Don't play with your meat 

 

11. Just spread the legs open and stuff it in 

 

12. Do you think you'll be able to handle all these people at once 

 

13. I didn't expect everyone to come at once 

 

14. You still have a little bit on your chin. 

 

15. How long will it take after you stick it in 

16. You'll know it's ready when it pops up. 

17. Wow, I didn't think I could handle all of that 

18. That's the biggest one I've ever seen 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!! 

Brit Brit

Put your hands in the air if you love Sweet Butter.

hehe..me too Brit

Your laughing with me, not at me right?

I love Britney. Always have, always will. There is something about super rich white trash psycho blond chicks that do it for me. Call me crazy....but she's my bomb fer sheeze. This is her "dont call it a comeback" photo shoot for Rolling Stone. The pics are delicious, but somewhere burried deep in my black heart, im wishing for a return to the old Brit Brit...the fat, bald one with the wig....you feel me?

But now we have this:  "The New Brit"   All we can hope for is more kids and a heroin addiction. That should get her right back to where i like her. 

So close, yet so far

John Platt is my bomb

"Im just waiting for all these people to leave so I can pull my wiener out."

Inspiration

I used to snowboard. I know...laugh it up, but its a fact.  Every  day there came about some habits or rituals that needed to be done before setting foot on the snow for inspiration. First was putting on "The Garden" which if you are old enough, you'll remember that this, at the time, was the shiznit. Never with the volume on though, because the second part of the ritual was getting dressed to the "eye of the tiger"....again..very "uncool" but it was my world, so screw it.  Like Rambo, when he was getting ready to shred the gnar in First Blood Part II after the enemy killed that super hot Asian chick that he was getting hot on. I was too, getting ready for war with the snow? Not so much, but you get the idea.

Remember?.......It started to rain, he ripped her wet red dress, wrapped his head with it, laced his boots, sharpened his knife....and was ready for war. Then this happened........

  Same sitch, but instead of a headband, knife and sick ass boots, I had The Garden, and a Rocky cassette tape, and now that i think of it, I also had some sick ass boots....

Fast forward 46 years. The snow boots, cargo pants, and bleach blond hair is gone. These items are replaced with Lycra shorts, a heart rate monitor, and a bicycle. But just like i needed inspiration when i was snow surfing, i also need it before i ride my bike, and this does it every friggin time.

Stupid Holidays

Well folks, its that time of year again. Starbucks put my vanilla soy latte in a holiday cup this morning. So Bummed.

When i was young my mother once told me that when people used the term x-mas, it was hurtful to God because it "x'd" out the word Christ. At the same time i was also told that if you rearranged the word Santa...you would get Satan.  Christians are a bit nuts at times...but to each their own. The moral of the story here is that i hate....yes hate, the holidays. There is no worse time of the year. People play nice for a few weeks, and then its a crocodile done deal. Heathen bastards, all of them.

So what brings this all to mind is my visit to the mall today. When i first pulled in the parking lot I realized that this recession/depression things was truly no joke.

   The good news is that i found a spot, no prob!!!  So although the economy is in the shitter....you can always find parking. This is at a BRAND NEW mall too....one of those fancy jams with grass and one of those fountains that squirts water to the sound of holiday music...which by the way sucks.  Why didnt Slayer ever come out with a holiday album? How ab

out Gwar?  Nothing.....only Sinatra, and Elvis. No offense, those cats are cool and all.....but i like holiday music very riff heavy with double base...call me crazy. So there was the fountain, the music, the empty parking lot, and me.....

I was there for work obviously, because only girls, married dudes, and the limp wristed go to malls without being forced.  Grabbed your standard issue 8$ cup of coffee and made my way to Barneys.....thats right bitch...Barneys. My job is just to take pictures, ask a few questions, shake some hands, give em a biz card, and call it a day.  That was the easy part. The next part was to meet a girl-friend of mine that worked right by the mall for lunch. let me clarify girl-friend;

This is a girl, that is a friend, that will sleep with me on occasion.  Not to be confused with my friend thats a girl. That would be a girl, that is a friend, that wont sleep with me yet. Then of course there is the girlfriend...which is a girl that can deal with me for more than a week.

So we met at this mexican spot that served french fries....w

hich any true self loving latino would spit on the thought of a quesadilla next to french fries....it just doesnt work like that. Thats like having sushi with a side of potato salad....not so much you know?  We ate...since ive slept with her previously...she paid. I tried to get out of

 there....but she wanted to go shopping. Being the nice guy i am i agreed. What could possibly go wrong right? She needs 1 shirt....should only take a second. After all...the parking lot was empty, so this should be a breeze.   Then there she was...........my nightmare.

Yes, please choke yourself.

We could have been out of there in no time....but NO, this lady who seems to have some sort of facination with tennis balls because who the hell would dress like one if you didnt envy one was arguing over half the price of my coffee. Threeeeeee Friiggggin dollars. The store was EMPTY. It was the tennis ball lady, and us.  Thats it.  I've killed for less. The worst part is that this is just a sign of more of the same to be coming our way. X-mas isnt even here yet.  Black Friday has not arrived, yet standing in line while others haggle for a few bucks off seems to be whats in store for my holidays. This is why people shop on the interweb. Luckily there was a nice picture of a model behind the register to keep my mind from melting and spewing hatred towards tennis balls and all things fury.

She's kinda hot. If you look super close, and pretend she's staring right at you, then you will get that same relaxing feeling that i did/ boner....she kinda looks like she's falling asleep..which is the same look as when they're nodding out on good dope, so its totally a turn on. Viola!!!! what tennis ball lady? . Amazing what a cute girl will do for your mind.

She bought her shirt, and we left...but not before i could snap one more photo!!

Thats my girl-friend.

R.I.P. Winston Dunlap

May 2, 1938- November 14, 2008

Losing people sucks pretty bad. Losing super cool people sucks even worse. Winston was definetly one of those.  His son Brian was my closest friend. He hooked me up with a job many moons ago that eventually gave me the opportunity to do what i do now. I worked for the family for many years. Then i got fired for very good reason. The friendship ended, and a grudge ensued. 8 years later, Winston dies...and i cant even really give you a good reason as to  why Brian and i dont speak anymore.  

Welcome

You know how you know that you have too much time on your hands? You have a friggin blog. Guess who has a lot of time on his hands? Me. Actually i dont have THAT much time, but enough to type a paragraph and attach photos every couple days..is that bad? The economy is in the pooper. Im hiding from accounts so that they dont cancel their holiday orders. Life is good? Hopefully this Obama dude will turn this ship around. Enough politics. Blah. Argh.

Pimp my ride

  

I own a gay Harley. No such thing you say????How is it gay? it has flames, which in my humble opinion, on ANYTHING, is gay. Nothing against the gays....i voted no on prop 8..so chill. I just mean that more gay people enjoy flames as decoration that non-gay people, thats all.

For years ive had this Harley with flames, and ive tried to convert it to non-gay, but its not working. Its getting less gay, but thats still a hair too gay for me. Thank God no one reads this..jesus.  Anyway it has been shipped to AZ to my friend Jake and hopefully it will be home soon and i can still be gay, but my bike wont.  Thanks Jake. Jake has a girlfreind and fixes and chops Harleys, he is not gay.

Honest Abe

"Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends with them?" -Abe Lincoln