that's leprosy for you

i know i don't update like josh, sheena, claire or tubby, but i do have nice pics of the past couple of weeks...here is indy in the car. we went to philly to get away from the world of coffee and not seeing my friends. i also brought my girlfriend (the one who deeply cares for my androgynous, ken doll-esque parts). i don't think it would be wise to post her picture here, seeing how she has yet to figure out that i film her while she sleeps. i mean...i should ask her first.


indy likes the way snrubb thinks.


indy also thinks the goggles do nothing.


this is indy's impression of woody allen: "i'm a neurotic nerd who likes to sleep with little girls."


this is indy singing the hotdog song. you know the song i mean.



indy also knows a place where they'll pay you to saw your legs off.


when i came back i worked every closing shift for one week straight. for people who do not work in the food service industry, let me tell you this is not what you want, particuarly during a three-day weekend. on the plus side, i served steve buscemi and heather graham. i think they enjoyed my leering gaze, explosive gas and hoagie hands.


toby also came into the city...and we all went to buttermilk.


i drank many candles...


and watched my whisky-infused friends eat their hands. i think they were playing that alive game...you know, where you eat your friends.


toby is telling the girls that he is all man. he also presented his urine specimen


you can see the disappointment on ms. bean's face; she prefers lepers.


this is me getting into the gilhouse spirit of being strange.


how did i take this picture?


claire had to leave early (before the ritualistic paddling of the swollen ass). i'm not sure where she was going or what she had in mind...all i overheard was something about psodomania, hocky masks and a 'surfeit of rubber mittens.' have fun claire, i guess.


seth stayed at the bar with me and the remaining members of the jerk patrol. we drank more. much more. vast.


i drank all the beer


and here is josh delivering the sea monkeys i ordered.


sheena doesn't like sea monkeys.


to end the evening a triumverate of mainers accosted our group. the gentleman squeezing the girl's head was one of the more bizarre drunks i've ever met. i told him where i worked, he shouted, "that place sucks!", then sidled over to me and whispered the following: "i'm not from here, so i don't know if that place sucks. it's a restaurant, right? it sounds nice. sorry" then i think he said something about wanting to blow me. at this point i left.


check out the weirdo listening to toby...eew.


it was good to see you tobs. only 3 weeks until romania!