my place for nothing

sister comment..

"I can't believe we're playing beer pong"

2 hours later...

"What the fuck Steve, I'm making all the shots. Man the fuck up."

to which he replied, "I got this."

game over.

bottle nose dolphin in distress

alleviated

like always it got gayly out of hand.

louis v bandana$^#$^%#*(2$# nice.

bank robbery coming to a theater near you.

get it done you asshat before johnny utah gets you.

and watch out for jingoy's hammer.

back to your regularly scheduled gayness.

lauren, lauren and lauren

Thanks for the wallpaper. It was better than coffee.

still not clutch

floor is a mess.

ridin..

laundry day.

new saddle.

marcs favorite reading material.

back in jc we found a little live art session for the jersey city arts studio tour going down october 3rd & 4th.

then off to PJ's crib in the wonderful world of hoboken. i still fuckin hate that place. (as much as he does)

P's build with the wifey HED special. (no it's not what you think)

this dude had bikes galore. its a good thing he's leaving hoboken, but sadly he's moving to brooklyn to be in hipster doofus land where PBR's ROCK!!!! all jokes aside once again. PJ's a cool dude who can hold his liquor among other things (no homo). I wish I can say the same for the two other kids we were rolling with.

ENTER CAPTION: "I hate liquor and thirteen yr. old white girls from hoboken"

Wet steps and sidewalk sponsored by a Sammy X Smirnoff colabo

Good job Sammy, watch out for those stop signs n red lights Marc didn't mind riding through.

Btw, PJ sorry for the public drinking tickets. HAH

stalker status.

NJ ALL DAY.

ride to marcs crib today.

cowsin. lou francis. loussserrr.

check out my extremely talented cowsin. hes beautiful. hes like a seahorse seashell captin. kinda like captain tying nots, but with ketchup.

like drake hes the fuckin best.

a day with the coworkers.

103rd street. "Midtown" for all you BX folk.

started pretty slow.

(erocka - fidel - connecticut - j-pizZuh)

nachos/empanada/wine/beer/henny/90's hiphop and this is what we got.

Heavy.. ouch%$##

Twisted.

Twisting.

Huh? Almost there.

What did the crotch say to the ear?

Apparently it said.. "2"

Get it in boys.

greatness.

roc raida.

(1972-2009)
PEACE!

happy birthday rian. jc/nyc

Frank White is BLACK.

Not clutch

Still together. This time color coordinated. Is that a Long Island Iced Tea Sung got there? Some things never change.

**Side note: LOOK AT THAT NIGGAS HANDS. Not one, but two bottles of remy gripped tight looking like chemistry beakers.

Engineers smoke?

Good shit huh?

All downhill from there.

Aftermath

Later that day.

Sometimes you just gota go frank swayze. REST IN PEACE PAT!

See you in cali.