write parents' brains on a 3x5 card

it's been a busy weekend. so, i have made a longish post for all my loser friends who are at work early monday morning. and, so you guys know, i am currently drinking beer and plan to do so tomorrow morning.

unemployment rules.


the weekend began with an early round of golf with my brother. he's the giant metal structure in the background of the first picture.




i went to my parents' house to pick up my puppy. this is my parents' home. i'm the skinny white pole running down the side of the building.




this is indy using our new matter transporter in our backyard in brooklyn. it only transports matter, so it's not so good.




indy reminded me that the wolf spider could have survived the rake attack from last week. he's checking it out.




"the coast is clear," says indiana.




when i got home i also realized that i still do not have a wife. it's the pedophilia, isn't it?




i went to josh's to watch the eagles ass rape the 49'ers. this is bunnicula demonstrating how to prevent afore-mentioned ass rape.




there has been a lot going on at josh's/sarah's/evonne's home this week. evidently, there is a fashion event that evonne was tirelessly working on (i know nothing about this because i am unemployed and super cool...that's why i have my own gilhouse action figure). anyhow, fashion is on everyone's minds. this is sarah showing us how to turn a cat into a handbag. it's supposed to be the hip thing for 2006.







we ordered from diggity dog, and in case you can't make out my personal feast, i ordered the throw up dog, two rc colas (and for some abstracted reason, i was calling them magnet box colas and panaphonics colas), and a slaw dog. i also proceeded to poop out my lungs (not pictured).




this is a picture of my throw up dog. the funny thing about this is i hadn't yet taken a bite of it when i took this picture. i think that because the throw up dog is such a powerful feast, its powers must be harnessed within seconds of opening the box. so, beware weirdo bloggers. if you would like to enjoy your local shit dog, eat it before it collapses into itself like a neutron star.






when i came home indy was passed out. he hits the sauce pretty hard.





zombie indy says, "walk me or i eat your brains."




he sure does enjoy a good brain.