Pizza roll challenge, or puke party surprise?

Challenges are always fun and usually involve abusing the limits of one's body to the point of pain, entertainment, in other words. So it was a perfect opportunity to take a challenge up in response to this youtube video. Forty pizza rolls per participant all within four minutes, but the tricky part didn't come until the end, when a shotgun-ready beer was waiting for you at the finish line. Some held it down, but for the most part it turned into a projectile pizza puke contest. Thank you Jesseherdfatfuck, for the creative inspiration, you silly devil you.
If you haven't checked again, the end of "Independence night Part 2" has been updated with some marvelous mugshots worth checking out. While your at it, there's some heated debate in the comment section (recently relabeled "The Viper Pit") of last post that's worth while too...Go BoNgRiPpEr420!

Independence day night: part 1

Independence day, an excuse to start fires, suck titties, and blow shit up just like our forefathers of the revolution, except we don't die. They'd be so proud if they could just see what has become of their holiday: dirty animal group sex, firework head-shots, and all around respect for the past and what it means to our future. Get your history straight kids, Will Smith didn't kill all those aliens for us just to be forgotten.

Indepencence day night: part 2, the defeat

You still with us? Well apparently that whole freedom thing only has significance on certain days of the week, and dirty animal sex is frowned upon by most of the legal system. So, starting with a simple noise complaint from the little old lady down the road, the July 4th casselberry massacre began. One fish, two fish, uncle Sam was ready to fuck whoever stood in the way, with the long dick of the law. He did just that, and lord almighty, what a fuck it was.
mug update: a couple of the mugs from 4th can be seen here, here, here, and here...wow. and the cops never found the crack.

It's that time of the month again.

It's time for the second monthly installment of the B-roll, known now as the period. Once a month, bleed out all the extras, how perfect? Enjoy, we're flowing heavy this month...

Dodger Mcshadow 1987-2009.

The Dodge Shadow won't be entertaining the children anymore. She won't house our trash and she won't tell tales of late night sunrises. And though her spot in the yard may be empty now, our eyes are filled with tears in place. The Shadow, you see, was a massive metal giving tree. She gave and gave all she could until there was nothing left, and when there was nothing, she still stayed for the show. The Shadow is now gone, as her name, in the shadows. As Kahil Gibran once said; For what is to die, but to stand in the sun and melt into the win? And when the earth has claimed our limbs, it is only then that we shall truly dance.
Rust in peace.

Look ma! in the dirt!

You thought that crack about makeup sex was a joke? No metaphors here.

In news, we've recently lost a dear friend, some one very close...it's The Dodge Shadow. Stay tuned for our memorial service on thursday.

Sorry for the slack, we've been busy at the office. Stop by monday morning for makeup sex.