Wolf Pack

Just a couple blurry, out of focus, badly lit awesome Iphone photos from last night

I'm Hungry

who the fuck said burgers were just for eating.

Call Me

Donny and I don't have a land line anymore and haven't for almost 8 years. As convenient as cell phones have made our lives I miss the unique way you could express yourself with an actual telephone (and no, cases don't count. It's about the total package).

I remember certain telly's almost as fondly as my childhood stuffed animals. My mom's Elvis one that had a gyrating King on top. My grandparents rotary princess model in puke green. My first cordless phone (that came with my own private line, a HUGE deal to a 14 year old) that I decorated with stickers. My star trek edition I had later on. It was the USS Enterprise and when it rang Picard said "Make it so"...the 90's was a good time to be a phone.

99 problems but a stitch aint one

Ben Cooper

I'm pretty sure every single kid in existence (at least the ones born before 1985) has worn a Ben Cooper costume at least once in their youth. I can remember like it was yesterday. A garishly printed glorified plastic bag and a mask with a mouth slit too small for anything to go through (including air) but you just couldn't help tonguing it (it was maddening!) Said tonguing resulted in cuts no band aid could fix. Ah, the memories.
9 times out of 10 the teeny white string holding the mask in place broke before you were finished trick or treating but who gives a fuck, you looked bitchin man.
I'll tell you what, I would rather wear a Ben Cooper costume for an eternity of Halloweens than see one more sexy nurse/kitten/devil or IRS worker.