Waterslides, Roller Coasters, and body pain. . .

After a whole day in the sun with mushroom tea, lazy rivers and water slides, this roller coaster hurt so bad. At the point of the picture, my brain was banging against my skull so hard. I think this experience comes through the countenance. Love the little girl/boy in front of me, though.

Fred Neil ALL DAY!

Well, today at least. . .

Places to cool off. . .

Dead Eye totally endorses the BEER CAVE!!

A bunch of stores have these around here, and in this heat, they rule over every other 'Place to Cool Off'. One can spend ten minutes in there (probs down a couple of beers if you're smart) and be chilled all the way through. The good feeling wears off after three minutes outside, but the initial happy effect stays with you a while.

MORE SF WHOA!!

"Dude, is that a . . .cameraaaahhh?"

Tori was completely going for Party gold this night.
It was some tradge drag queen party.
I held the wall up.

Louisville GAY PRIZZIDE!!!

If you didn't know what Rainbow flags represented.

This queen was doing some Lip Sync thing. . . I didn't really get it.

Monsters are gay.

Kentucky FUN IN the HOT MISERABLE SUN!!

We had a little Grill Sesh a bit ago.
Here's HoopEaring Rachel, maxin':

And this is Colleen, Stompy with a lil' Brett and Impala in the back.

It was fun, this is Cheryl and her Family.

Bandana BARF-A-LOT!

This is getting to be an issue with me. Trends are an issue with me. The bandana around the neck generates such a pukey pounding in my stomach, simular to the beard overload that DESTROYED any mystery I might have had. . .

The look is horrible, mostly in the way that these young men choose to sport it. Hankys have a function, they are a function, and if your look is "over the top" or "hyper hip", then sometimes the fashion aspect shines through. Just putting a hanky around your neck and thinking your fucking Dwyer or that tall guy from Liars is fucking lame. You look contrived, you look like another Ed Hardy dipshit with a faux hawk and fucking Oakleys.

As with the beard thing, and not as if it's going to happen, but if all these kids start dressing like breezy grandpas and retired art teachers ( MY LOOK, DICKS), then I'm going throw in the towel and start killing some people. Or just break into their houses and burn their wardrobes.

Photo by Jeremy

SF was my bag. Now it's my dirty sock!

At least I'll always have Tori and Matt.
Here they are at the old digs.
LOVE THESE BITCHES

Looking for a job. . .

The fine dining scene was NOT for me. I bounced. Well, there was a foot and my ass involved, but whatever, I still bounced.
Now I step back and think, "I know I gots ta be somebody's bitch. Who's bitch should I be? "
I WANT TO BE MY OWN BITCH!

DeadEye proudly endorses. . .

THE PED EGG!!!
As I was cruisin' through Wallgreens the other day, this AS SEEN ON TV display caught my eye. It was for the PED EGG!. I contemplated for a minute, knowing my feet (or rather, calous potatoes) were looking grim. So, I bought it for $7.
When I got home, I put the PED EGG on my dresser and didn't even bother opening the package, my PED EGG time would come and there was no hurry.
Two nights later, barfing to Will and Grace, I decided to bust out my first AS SEEN ON TV product and put it to the test.
Basically, this lil' bitch is a cheese grater for your feet. . . SOLD!
I went to town on these gross expanding minor ecosystems of grime and squalor, and 20 minutes later, I'm a fucking foot model. Seriously, CHANGED MY LIFE!!!
No more hiding from doctors and masseurs, I'm showing off like the Two Coreys, and I don't give a fuck!!
Go buy one.