Monday, July 31, 2006

07.31.06


HEY YOU!
I found your Nobletts.

Friday, July 28, 2006

07.28.06


I usually don’t pass along “these kinds” of emails, but due to its heartfelt sincerity, I felt compelled:
Dear Friends,
I am throwing a birthday party for ME, I would like you to buy ME these. Our friendship depends on it. Be a (wo)man of your word.
Regards,

I hope you can find it in your heart and wallet to grant this humble, kind, generous, tolerant boy all of his birthday wishes. God Bless

Thursday, July 27, 2006

07.27.06


Take 3 middle aged men, add 5 gallons of booze, a dash of White Zombie, and garnish with a pinch of fire...

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

07.26.06


Two things I think you should know:
1. A credit score of no less than 300 is REQUIRED to park here.
2. Lance Bass is gay.*

*Shocking isn't it.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

07.25.06


This is what my Milkshake brings to the yard.
Milkshakes are stupid.

Monday, July 24, 2006

07.24.06


No, I do not want to buy any of your magazines.
Now get off my lawn.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

07.22.06


I HAVEN'T always wanted a monkie... well, at least not anymore.

Friday, July 21, 2006

07.21.06


And lo, it came to pass that it was to be a three-day weekend and there was much rejoicing… along with a few oxen, 3 sister missionaries, a jello-mold and a handcart full of NuSkin, Tahitian Noni & Xango.

Now,my brethren, go forth and multiply.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

07.20.06


Sometimes, when I am feeling extreme, I won’t check for loose clothing or equipment. People think I am showing off, but really, they are just jealous.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

07.19.06


“Whaaaaa????? Miss Piggy? Nip-Slip? Sweet!”

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

07.18.06


“BLANCHE!”
Now you say it. You’ll like it, I promise.

Monday, July 17, 2006

07.17.06


HEY YOU!
Look into the light, and I will capture your soul in my moving-picture-box. Then, as if by magic, Mary Hart & Billy Bush will share the details of your stomach stapling surgery to the world!

Friday, July 14, 2006

07.14.06


Summa Breeeeeeeeeeeze,
Makes me feel fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

07.13.06


THE POLLENATOR.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

07.12.06



Multitasking*
*If you look close, you can see I am applying mascara, talking on the phone AND eating an Egg McMuffin.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

07.11.06


"Did someone say Tuesday Boobday!"
"Alex, I'll take things that are fake for $1000."
"Sorry I'm late, it took me 6 minutes to zipup my fly."

In response to:
"I've been pretty much disappointed with the 4 O'Clocker for a few days now. Think:  racey...edgy...midgets...  Let's see what you can do.  Impress me."


How did I do?

Monday, July 10, 2006

07.10.06


How are we going to get all our special interest payoffs into this itty-bitty building?

Friday, July 07, 2006

07.07.06


On the farm, we didn’t have Cockadoodledoo Roosters...
We had the Silverfox Alarm Clock.
It doesn’t scare me as much as when I was a kid...
especially now that most of the soft tissue has decomposed.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

07.06.06


Dear America,
Toot Toot!
Love,
China

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

07.05.06


"Dude, Smokey, your fire prevention skillz are off the chart. You totally deserve the spot. But seriously, if I made an exception, I’d be in a world of pain with Bambi, Sasquatch, and AT LEAST 6 of the 7 dwarfs. You’re just gonna have to find another place to put the Civic."

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

07.04.06

There were hotcakes & sausage.

There were fanny packs & Polygamists.

LOOKING BACK:
Last year to celebrate our nation’s birthday, I ate breakfast with the Prophet Warren Steed Jeffs*, renowned polygamist, connoisseur of link sausage and one of the FBI’s most wanted. I’m sure anything I do this July Fourth will be nothing but disappointing. Comparatively speaking, of course.
*I’m really not sure the strapping man in the blue cap is in fact the Mr. Jeffs, it may just be one of his disciples.

Monday, July 03, 2006

07.03.06


Wooo Wooo!!!!
WE’RE STREAKING!!!!
Up through the quad to the gymnasium!
Everybody’s doing it!

But really guys, who took my shell?