I have a DEATHWISH..

Well not really a DEATH WISH, but more like a birthday wish list.

HA!

Now that I trapped you suckers into reading this, you might as well read the rest.

So I have a top eight list of things that I would like for my birthday.

I'm a pretty modest character and do not have a taste for pricey things.

So you may find my choices of gifts quite easy to acquire.

1. Sweat pants that fit.

I currently have a pair, but they are extremely baggy and could fit a dozen raccoons in them.

2. black socks

I enjoy short black socks.

I do not have that many and would like some more.

3. Moccasins

As the days get colder, my wood floors freeze up and I have to wear shoes all around the house.

It's no way to live man!

Make sure they have that nice fluffy wool lining.

4. Chai ice cream!

Only had it once at Baskin Robins.

And I never saw it again..

It made all my troubles disappear.

5. Assortment of Arizona iced teas !

Dude if you buy me a fucking case or even ten iced teas, Ill be rocking in the free world.

Please no diet or watermelon teas.

Shits gross!

6. A growler of Chama river beer.

The amber is the bee's knees son!

7. Scarlett Johanssen

Good luck with this one..

I don't care how you get her as long as she isn't bruised.

8. For me and Stookid to have a good birthday.

AWWWWWWWW..

Yeah yeah yeah.

Cheers to ya mate!

Chris the Blog has a deathwish..

Check back here In less than 24 hours.

Weekends where made for fun pt.2..

Toastie's ghost turned out to be a former gym teacher who used to call him,

"CANTSTANDYA".

(inside joke)

Anyways..

Ronnie explains on the way things used to be.

Oh hey, Jacko is the man in the mirror.

Go figure!

I bet you all wish you had a body of water thing full of fish surrounded by rocks..

And glowing rocks in the counter!

Yeah, Im sure it cost more than my car did.

Potty break.

Then..

Get your best mean face on.

Pops and Holly are feelin it.
I think?

Off to the closet.

Me and the Toastie are pretty much opposites when it comes to fashion.

Fancy boy and his fancy shozies.

Dirty loves his Toastie.

Toast is not feelin it.

Hot damn!

Thats how I like my women.

Covered!

Charlie and his Angles.

Off to the Basement..

For some reason I went down to the basement only to find Badson all by his lonesome.

Dirty tagged along and we cheered up Basoon.

Badson was praying for plagues.

vouge.

Striking a pose makes anyone feel better.

The Bird man made it and he's ready to get his arm grabbed.

He needed to shut up anyway.

Another Dirty in the house.

Thanks for the vodka!

Trouble in paradise.

Ronnie calls your ass out.

He dares you to step up and drink with him.

ALL WILL PARISH.

Bird is feelin that.

Two thirties should add some height to that baby.

Kings of the hill.

From left to right:

Boomhower, Hank, And Dale.

Not just friends?

I have no caption for this..

Focus young one.
No dice.

When all else fails.
Badson has got that extra beer weight in his ass.

Poppet enjoys the carnage.

Lets wrap it up kids.

Lets get kissy and show off our tattoos.

Nice tats.

My turn..

Oh wait, I don't have any..

Time to get kissy!

END

90's Andre Agassi just called me from a phone booth..

It sounded like he was in a hurry.

He asked me if I could score him some "glass" and a good wig before he had to go to the U.S. open.

But before I could say anything all I could hear was footsteps in the distance..

Strange.

Weekends where made for fun..

So we had a party for some reason this weekend.

No bigs ya know.

The night starts off a bit fuzzy.

Dirty's feelin it.

K dog in the house.

Im in possession of that sweet sweater now.

Thanks !

Ronnie is honored by our presence.

Holly's Feelin it!

YAY!

Plenty of booze for all !

The king of pop (jacko )

is going for the regret honor of the night.

And received it with full honors!

Jack jerks.

Hollys NOT feeling it anymore !

Just roommates.

No bigs for them.

Just another day in the hood.

Just friends.

I couldn't find the light, so like any smart photographer I used the flash.

OH HAI

Their you are :)

Jack and me are feelin it.

Im sure the dog hated us being loud.

Ghost hunting.

No ghost just art supplies.

Plenty of dancing happened.

Ronnie loves bubbles.

Looks like the ghost got ol' Toastie!

Two parter..