Murphy, you are an elf, uncontrollably
right. so new years happened and it was very nice, particuarly since both sheena and moon-faced eddie munster came to brooklyn. i drank a bottle of champagne, tackled some people (sorry people) and even had a conversation about jam bands. it was very nice.
but new years eve is nothing compared to flying to north toby with the remainder of the idiot brigade. as witnessed by the sign, toby was ready for us when we got there.
and i was more than ready to start binging on southern fast food. here you can see the carolina classic, brought to you by wendys, i believe. i think it s aburger with chili, unidentified meat, slaw and mustard; it was most unarousing, and as such, i had to chase it with two orders of nuggets.
toby took us to all his local haunts; the libary (where he rents up movies), taco bell, the local glory hole, and the local prancing grounds.
seth does not prance, but instead confidently walks to the center of the playing field, bends over and waits for another man to penetrate his butt. toby claimed this never works on this particular field, but seth showed him.
after some athletic gayness we went back to toby's for an extreme elimination challenge. i believe josh won.
yadda, yadda yadda, we ended up in asheville where i did not take a picture of my friends not going into a hooters. i, on the other hand, went into the hooters where i had four pitchers of beer and watched billiards on a tv in the bathroom.
after Asheville we prepared ourselves for a jaunt into the tennessee wilderness. here you can see toby "preparing" with seth.
blogger won't let me post more than a few pictures, so i'll summarily say that we ate at a shoneys, were chased by a pickup of hillbillies wielding pitch forks and barely made it out of gatlinburg with our oily hides.
this is a picture of the blue ridge parkway where i ate a rancid trunk pizza. the drive was great (warm weather, sunshine, golfing across highways and rivers, etc.). the only problem was that every tunnel we passed through we played this game where we had to hold our breaths, but toby(who didn't hold his breath) thought it funny to slow down, which in turn almost killed us. i'll post more soon. eat my wig
3 Comments:
yea, i'm going to need there to not be a picture of my crotchal region on the internet. yea.
also, it's important to note that it's "you are A elf," rather than "an elf."
so in conclusion, let's remove that crotch shot. otherwise, eat the damn oranges.
guh, are you serious? be serious, so i know if i really need to remove it
well, i don't think anybody really wants to see a shot of my protecting my balls, but i'll leave the final antler up to you.
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