LIVIN' PROOF: March 2006

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

DOES ANYONE EVER LOOK AT THIS SITE? Fuck Steve, Bastard should go back to Europe. Making believe that people actually read this shit. Hey hey, look there is some asshole in magenta hotpants. It's funny, hehe, j/k/lol/kys/wtf/ema/tas/fymiha....

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Worst Bathroom in NYC??

The worst bathroom in NYC is actually in Trenton, en route to NYC. Peep this stall:

Not too bad you say? The it's 55" off the ground. So when you strain your back and shaft to arch your urine to actually not pee on the floor it's the equivalent to arching your pee over Steve's huge dome. There is a fucking yellow hepatitis alphabet soup moat surrounding the fucker. That's as close as I could get without a gondola, to take the damn picture. Still not that bad? Peep the detail below.

Now this is a bloody booger. Notice it now on the above pic?

I made this bathroom the worst in NYC, Trenton, and the world by wiping it there where it belongs. Why you ask? Cause the cocaine made my nose bleed.

I really didn't put that there. That would be disgusting. Cleanliness is next to Godliness. Beelzabub shits here. Next time I run through I'll take some more as proof.

Your Borough Sucks

Put your mouse over the penis...Ahhh...got ya! You fucking pervert!

Unlike the rest of the city which has basically been invaded by transplants and yuppies, Staten Island has kept it local, blue collar, and white/black trash since day one. The ferry is our hub. The big guy was charging people to see his sister fight another girl and was actually offering up discounts if you went to his HS (also mine). A bunch of other girls were singing something '80s. The guy in the veil..well...SI isn't part of the Bridge & Tunnel crowd for nothing.

One time I was in a debate about where the worst bathroom was in New York. Someone threw out, Grand Central, another said Penn Station. I chimed in, "The Staten Island ferry". A silence fell over and I won. Well this chick is laying on the floor of the place that has the worst bathroom in New York.

I guess all press IS good press. "Line" @ the Falls - NYC, NY

"I'm not actually a taxi driver. I'm just resting between deliveries."

Sunday, March 26, 2006

St. Pat's Is Better In Boston

Yo kids. It's Chambers I'm posting on this. Steve said it was cool. He is still gay eventhough he went to Europe and "had sex" with "a girl." Yeah my fuckin ass he did. Wait did I type that out loud. Fuck. Any way this is what I've been up to. Oh yeah Weiss posted some shit simultaneously so my pics are split by him eating food and touching some girl who looks like Natalia a smidge.

I am fucking sexy, recognize. See Paige and you coulda had sex with me when I was fat at psu and now our repeat sex wouldn't count but now it does, shit.

Where is my nerve gas? I had it right in my turban, fuck.

Where I stayed, my boys crib - Compton of Boston... Two Minutes Later Snoop was getting his hair braided on the porch by some black whore.

Ok so this was my waitress. By my you should incinuate I mean sex slave. Not so lucky. She was irish her name was Kelly Ann O'Shouldastayedinbostonanextradayandsexedmeup. I really tried...we played text tag honest I'm not gay I swear. I'm goin to beat off.

Ok assfucks. Read this shit and dont be an ass worshipping rimjobber and fucking click next...

So I bought this fucking banging scotch whiskey. I'm talking 12 dollar fuckyourmomtilshebleeds type shit. And my third leg whacks it over. Stupid huge cock. Lightbulb bings. BING. So I take a left over sticker sheet I found on the bar, you know when you have a sheet of stickers and then there is a sticky piece of shit paper with the empty spots where you took the stickers off, fuck you if you dont, dick. That's what it was. I scramble and shimmy the scotch back into my cup and got like 2/3 of it back. I drank that shit with a shit eating whitetrash justdranksomeshitoffthebar type grin on my face. My logic is flawless.

Where I stayed, my boys crib - Compton of Boston... Two Minutes Later Snoop was getting his hair braided on the porch by some black whore.

Ok so this was my waitress. By my you should incinuate I mean sex slave. Not so lucky. She was irish her name was
Kelly Ann O'Shouldastayedinbostonanextradayandsexedmeup. I really tried...

we played text tag honest I'm not gay I swear. I'm goin to beat off.

My Date With a Zionist

It's very appropriate that Katz's deli is in the LES. It's dirty looking, vintagy, trendy even...and of course expensive beyond belief. But their matzo ball soup was "Jewlicious!"

I just made a Terri Schiavo joke. This is me attempting to redeem myself by looking like an ass. Although I do have to say, this pastrami is delicious. Vegetarians are gay.

I'm reading a lot of science these days. In the cell world, your skin is an old lady about to flake off and die. This bleeding hand with hanging scab (of Paul's brother) is basically the skin version of Terri Schiavo around the age 90 saying, "please, I'm just hanging here by a thread, I look like shit. Just pull the damn thing (off)."

It's weird. When two friends are in a relationship with others, its almost borderline acceptable to....wait...some girl just walked in with implants and I lost my train of thought. Anyway, it had to do with two negatives equal a positive or something and then the world imploded.

St. Pat's Is Better In Boston Continues

Millbridge Love Part 2... I grew up with this kid.
you sons of bitches don't even know how gully the arleigh spot was. niggas had guns and shit. bwood what.

Aerial Shot. get it.

do you really fucking get it or are your stupid?

OPEN YOUR EYES YOUR DRUNK FUCKIN QUEER! DAMN HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO FUCKING TELL YOU EXCLAMATION POINTS ARE GAY AS SHIT!!!! FUCK

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, are you still counting you asshole.

A hobo on a english faggot scooter talking on a cell phone. God help us all.

This is where the illest St. Pat's party went down, in Southie, Boston. Fuck NYC and your "diversity" and "asian population" who wants Sygon whores when you can have Irish pasty chowder-filled portly aristocratic New England smuts.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Moz Night 6.20.2006

At Moz, being extra gay is the new straight. That means knowing all the words, even to the unreleased stuff, all the ballet hand movements and if possible, don a shirt WITH lyrics.

Ben Cho throws a good party. Kate Moss pinched one of us. (Yea I name dropped, go fuck yourself.)

Paige made a new friend.

If you look close enough you can actually hear Paul annunciating.

St. Patrick's Day

Eva told Treats, "A + B = C" and Treats said...well you can guess it wasn't smart. [the joke here is that Eva is a Math major (right, who the fuck is a math major) and Treats...well you can guess he's not smart. ]

SAT time! Kiel was feeling (blank). A. kvetching B. exacerbated C. splenetic D. inert

So is ass.

Tits are ALWAYS a good theme.

You know when you go out and get real wasted and do shit cause you think its funny then all of a sudden a blog shows you passed out over there, or a finger up there, well here's that.