Uncanny.

But how is his Kid n Play impression? That's the real test.

WU-SIMPSON... Shame on a Ni**a

California, gracefully....

views like this are why you drive 2500 miles just for the hell of it...

Destination: Anywhere But Here...

so first of all, no one told us it was going to take the entire effing day to navigate Nebraska... It was a solid day of cruise control pegged at 85mph, through some of the most boring scenery to date... Unfortunately our day got real interesting real quick, once we hit the northwest corner of Nebraska... We were greeted by the 40mph wind gusts the weather channel had warned us about earlier in the day, and once we arrived on the scene in Cheyenne, Wyoming, the phrase 'totally fucked' came to mind-

I-80 closed down until further notice... sick
During our search for a hotel in not so beautiful Cheyenne, we stumbled upon this beauty... Head for the mountains of Busch bitches...

we've gotta bang out 1000 miles tomorrow... you can bet it's gonna get interesting...

"The Place For Chrome"

Ok, so decided to post up at a pretty dicey Econo-Lodge in Newton, Iowa... the highlight of the trip thus far- Iowa 80 Truckstop... This place was beyond legit... I mean come on, their motto is "The Place For Chrome"


Every major form of artery clogging, cholesterol raising trucker bliss.....

Full on vinyl / embroidery shop... To trick your truck of course....

This place has EVERYTHING... 3 tiers of ninja Swords, soft-core skin flicks, a chrome shop, leather outlet, video game arcade, life sized stuffed animals (creepy), animal pelts (creepier), and all sorts of tied dyed t-shirts screened with various graphics of wolves/bald eagles/bears etc....

But seriously, Iowa smells just like you'd expect it to...

here we go...

ellicottville to incline village... 35 hours 54 minutes of energy drinks, body odor, bad food, and most of all: good times... leaving in the AM... brace for updates

drivers ed...

bad day at the office... this movie better be hella good

This Wasn't A Contest...

threw one of my best contests of the year last Sunday.... the weather was dope: 65 degrees, blazing sun, with some sick riding... spent about $200 of a depleted budget on some new features, and the kids went off on the scene... the whole idea was to test their creativity on some shit they hadn't seen before... a challenge to some, but all in all saw some pretty good stuff, especially when you consider half of these kids only ride two days a week... some photos from the deal-

Drinkable Cocaine.

Finally. What Energy Drink Dreams are made of.

Treasures...

stumbled upon these gems the other day in the groomer garage... you have to wonder if the grimy ass farm-hands who pose as cat drivers realize the value of the following beauties....

it doesn't get much more legit than this handpainted beauty from '89... note the cut out wooden arrow indicating your location at the resort...

the Holiday Valley logo in all its 3D cut-out glory.... definitely took some time cranking this piece out...

Diabetes: Here I Come...

got my monthly set up dialed in the other day... its no joke... my kitchen is housing a stack worth 32,880 calories, as well as a serious dose of sucrose, glucose, and artificial/natural flavors... niiice

Inside Peanut Butter Outside Jelly

Are there any hippies anymore? I haven't seen many. All you see are tight clothes small glasses wearing fixed bike riding fags around. Maybe they are the new hippies. They shop at the same thrift stores but instead of baggy the gear is just hella tight. "Yo, dude. We ain't trying to look at your balls today. Take your little sisters Capris off."

The one thing about them nerds is that when you run into a place like that Satellite Diner in Spokane, the fucking food kills. Like the hippies run the infamous Amy's Place in BFLO or the BENDIX Diner in NYC, the hipsters can serve up a fucking killer plate. I was absolutely amazed how good my Chicken Fried Chicken Platter was. It was so so banging, I woke up at the crack ass of dawn to eat it again with some eggs the next morning.

Oh yeah, that night before this asshole came through to ruin our meals. I was like, "Is that a fucking dude?" Apparently he was.
Asshole. Go take your fucking faggot ass and go sit on a hydrant. How he slipped past the bouncer, I have no idea.

You Gonna Eat Those Yams?

Check out my homeboy Jason in the third clip. Hilarious.

6633 N. Mesa

Tracy Morgan. Entertainer.

Spring Weather = New Shoes for the Whip!

Check out the dish on these bangers!!! Now i gotta go ghost ride the whip! Video coming soon!

Exit 52 on the L.I.E.

Commack, NY Hampton Inn. Home of the Hate, where quarterly Surf and Skate Rep darg a bunch of shit and try to see itl to a bunch of shitheads.

Welcome to the Suck. Monday and Tuesday. NYC Thursday and Friday.

Tough Times.....

MegaMillion Craze

I don't buy into the whole lottery scam, but your mind always wanders with what would you do with such a grip of money. Personally, I'd love to win enough money to never have to live in the same place more than a couple days. I'd just travel to where there's something going on, buy what I need to do what I need to do, then leave it when I'm done and jump on the next flight with nothing more than some Skittles. Second I'd love to build a crazy car, drive it like a maniac all through the hood, jump it down a filght of stairs then set it on fire, just because I can.

Cereality.

Another case of one of my ideas that has come to fruition before I get a chance to do it. I've mentioned a few times the idea of a breakfast bar that's main attraction is a full service cereal bar. I had the whole thing pictured, over 50 (yes, 5-0) cereals, various milks (Skim, 1%, 2%, Chocolate, Strawberry, Soy, Rice, Whole, 3 Musketeers Flavor, etc.), and toppings out the wazoo. True paradise.

Well, last Saturday after trooping from the Hotel QT in Manhattan at 530am, there it was, my dream, bastardized in the form of a huge Home Depot looking cabinet setup and $5 fun size boxes of cereal smack dab in the middle of the A wing of the Newark International Airport. Classic case of great idea, bad execution. I did notice a ton of people looking at the setup, and then walking right by to Starbuck's. They only offered "blends" of different cereals together. What? Any true cerealhead (fuck sneakers yo) knows that should only happen when there is an unsatisfactory amount left in the box, and even then you should only mix complimentary flavors. For example:

-Crunch Berries and Trix- OK
-Cocoa Puffs and Trix- Wrong
-Cookie Crisp and Cocoa Pebbles- Absolutely
-Rice Krispies and Grape Nuts- Try Again Bitch.

Seriously people, have some respect.

Persia Rebuttle...

my man J Brown chokes out that bitch!

Persia is a Healthy Girl.

what goes up...

at what point does it start getting ridiculous.... still amazing however

Mondays are Fucking Gay.

Sean P's crib...

Sean Price Crib

"You fucking...Oh, Thanks!"

Working @ the gym can be such a gamble. It's all commission and based on a lil' trust. You schedule some appt's and hope the rich bitches you just talked to show up. It's like dealing with those cunts on Desperate Housewives. I got my shit on lock tho and always always make them pay if they don't come through, but I hate waiting on women.

Yesterday, one of my clients had me waiting for a good 15, no phone call, no email. I started to get real heated. I was planning to fucking curse her out. 0ut of nowhere she showed up. Just before I was going to give it to her she goes, "Hey what's up, sorry I'm late. I stopped by my husband's office to grab some Rangers tickets. Have fun." It was pretty tight. Brought a Ho from work and clipped a grip of beers. Too bad they fucking lost. At least I didn't.

Consolidated knows, gotta keep the pimp hand strong!

then...

and then you lift that up to reveal...

selling like hotcakes yo!

first one...

there aren't many days that stand out over another when you're a marketing coordinator at a ski resort... don't get me wrong, its great to know kids are stoked on events and the scene you are creating for them... but sometimes the days kind of blend together, knowhatimsayin? that is, until something like this goes down.... nothing like an avalance in western new york

photo cred- big bob knab