Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Yo

It was twelve days between posts. Crazy. I'm getting domesticated lately. I'm vacuuming regularly. I'm cleaning the litterbox sometimes up to twice a month now. I have a girlfriend. I balance my checkbook(s). I just started eating healthier. The GF has me eating at places that don't feature happy hours. You know, cheese plates served on marble, wines that aren't fortified or have the same name as an indie rock band. I shoot at a gun range. I make my bed. I'm starting to wind down on the media piracy. At least from my own house. Two letters from Comcast might have helped me with that decision. Speaking of letters, I'm into sending birthday cards and thank you notes. I got a new electric toothbrush and I'm wildly excited about this.

I leave you with this.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

I love my bitches, but where's my crackaz?

Shalom.

I've never been to jail. If I ever get the chance, I want to make sure my mug shot is pretty tight because I want to blow that shit up, frame it, and light it up with some track lighting.

I check out http://www.pdxmugshots.com/ about every day. It's like a dynamic-content yearbook of degenerates. Some of whom I know. There's nothing better than coming across a dude or girl that you know in a mug shot collection. I can say this, because I'm truly burned out on internet porn, so it's either this or cancel my internet. I mean, who checks email anymore?

Check out the website and check out some of these rock stars:


He's booked on assault charges. Apparently he repeatedly hit someone in the toe with the side of his face.

Before (11/2010)

After (05/17/2011)

Failed to register as a sex offender. In all fairness, should you have to register
as a sex offender when you look like this? It's sort of a given, I'd imagine.
Like someone in a wheelchair having to register as a handicapped person.




I'm off to bed. Peace.
goochout.