chelsea is crawling with trannies. (yes, a pun. its not brilliant, but who the hell wants to defend the cod piece on optimus there? that shit is out to hurt somebody.)

I'm sorry, but would you god damned look at that. Jeheezus.
I dont care how many scraming fits she has, how railed on coke she gets, how hard she hockey punches her assitsants, how deep usher broke his dick off inside her.... actually, I'm starting to care, this list is getting a little long.

There isnt a doubt in my mind that someone has kids locked in here. Or zombies. Door bolts like this go on the insides of bomb shelters, not the outside of someone's storage unit. That shit is to keep people out, this shit is to keep people in. creeeeeeepy.

Jesus, look at the smile our girl sports. Our globe-trotting home town hero. (Someone steal Cali's damn passport, she needs to hang out some more.)

my father, tri-athalon gold medalist.

happy birthday Tommy, my boy. 38 is YOUR year. (your halloween costume was bullshit.) (yeah yeah yeah it looked cool. but "untitled" isnt the name of a halloween costume.)

my father, the man responsible for every "media darling" celebrity homicide for the last 15 years. (lacey, ramsey, trojan, simspon. We're all immensly proud. (menendez?))

Chinese food - Me love you all the time.

to be honest this post was supposed to be about how I aparently would rather eat some chinese and hang out at home than go out and see and old friend. but then it quickly became all about the title.


My rascist title.


oh man.

Sprechen zi Punch buggy?

I found a female hitler on a bus during a trip to england. Being respectful of my elders and not one of those assholes who will "do anything for the shot" I turned quick and sharply......

stuck a camera in her face and shoved her head into the window. click click click. (I would never hurt an old transvestite hitler. I mean come on.)

The devil is in the surgery. Jesus fuck, we are all on a rocket ship to hell.

Pam's killer smile

What you CAN see here: Our man Q, damned near exhausted from dancing his shit off. Pammy, looking fantastic. Michael Gondry, looking french, somewhat blase, reserved, just having a fantastic time.

What you CAN'T see: A goiter the size of a fist on the other side of Michael's head. The really sweet girl with yellow sleeves is doing her best to "handle" the situation.

I made myself a promise this post was going to be about Pam's killer smile, and at the last second I totally snake back and smash gondry, whose work I respect. (What the hell is going on?)

my father, documented introvert.

look close.... its been a hard fucking decade for the easter bunny. How many rough nights in a row turn a fluffy white bunny, so full of life, into an iggy pop transvestite who "pays" the rent? Jesus, stare deep into the sunken cheeks of the damned.

the great riders of the tall bikes are patriotic for a greater America. An older, prouder America. A "real bomb" dropping america. Jesus, we used to be terrifying with lantern jaws and an illustrated U.ncle S.am rolling up his sleeves to punch hitler in the face. What the fuck happened? Sorry, maybe just some dope bikes that may stand for nothing at all.

my father, the pulitzer prize winning jounalist. (He mourns us with indescribable dignitiy.)