MMM #2-Party Game #1

The other night Fear and Loathing was on in at a bar. I happened to look up right during the hotel wig-out grapefruit scene. Light bulb!





Goal: Master the art of wielding a machete while making a normal face (relatively impossible).

Lesson Learned: Since it can slice through coconuts no problem, I probably shouldn't be wearing it unsheathed on a piece of ribbon around my waist anymore.

MMM #1

As it is a "holiday" and the majority of my office is in LA and will be for the next two weeks, you can all expect a drastic increase in posts. I’m thinking about adding a new feature to this bloggy blog. Something along the lines of: My Machete and Me—100 Uses For Everyday Life. The first is, obviously, Champagne Sabering.

Chris Botti ain't got shit on me.

Skeletons

I have a lot of them these days. Packed closets. John Candy style closets. But rather than harp on them here as I can't seem to muster the moral capacity needed, I'll put the spotlight on someone else.

I spent a good hour last night looking through an old photo box. Apparently I didn’t go out my freshman or sophomore year without documenting the majority of the night. There are some doosies in there. Specifically in regard to Quinne’s past flames. Remember Dead Kennedy’s Joe or theater guy? Wow, I can’t wait to scan those babies to remind you.

Exhibit A, Theater Guy:



Also, remember when you were blonde?

I'm going to drink so much Dr. Pepper, I'll melt your panties off.

Tonight=success.

Snakes named Max, dance parties located in a car wash, and little ties.