This dude Bill had a layover is the coolest city in the world: LA’TROIT.
He got my ass some mugs. Visit Detroit.

http://www.puredetroit.com/

Go ahead, pretend to be grossed out, ‘Why did you post this?’ Blah. You fucking laughed. Don’t pretend. You might pretend to be above potty humor, but you are not. I know I’m not.

Wigs & Wings Party, NYC, 2009.
Ian is so damn HOTT in this picture, he had to fight the dudes off that
night. Wing sauce and all.

I know it’s a dumb tourist-type place. But cornmeal crust is my 420 bitches. I ordered it from them FedEx with dry ice. It’s so no JOKE. And they let you write on the walls in the place. It’s sort of a shit hole. Actually, don’t go there, they already have enough assholes there, I don’t need you also.

www.ginoseast.com

Have any of you ever thought about clubbing a baby seal to death? I never had, then when I was about 13, I got this hardcore comp called Voice of the Voiceless. It was about animal rights or some crap like that. Well at the time I still ate meat and didn’t give two shits about animals other than I thought they tasted mighty fine. Most of my friends were vegetarians so I would buy hamburgers and toss them at them. Anyway, back to my point. There was a song called “The Baby Seal Song” about clubbing baby seals. It was cool.

I got cake! All flavors, even the ice-cream dolphin kind. I’ll share. Just call: 323.669.8819

Two of my favorite things!
Collaboration between Dairy Queen and Girl Scout cookies. This month Dairy Queen’s Blizzard had delicious Tagalong Girl Scout cookies in them. It’s only for the month of July so you better go get some or you suck!

www.dairyqueen.com

Hipsters and their tight T-shirts make me sick. It’s like, did you steal your little brother’s clothes? Do you have a young boy fetish? If you do, it’s OK, there are places you go for that. It’s not like the tight clothes have turned into a hanky code or anything.

Now this T-shirt is genius. Whoever designed it, I would like to shake their hand, or buy them a brownie sundae or some shit. If you can’t find a place to buy this shirt, make your own.