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So, in a Ali like return to the world of blogging I have decided to forego my usual format to explore something a bit off-the-beaten-path in hopes of both venting and informing the one to two readers this blog may (or may not) actually have.<br /><br />I have been sick for the past two months. Literally. I have this painfully awful cough that seems as if it will never go away. It is a constant annoyance, a chick repellent, and deprives me of sleep. On the other hand, my abs are getting a serious workout.<br /><br />I have been on two different medications since this started. The first was the fix-it-all "Z-Pack" hailed by medicine as the latest and greatest cure-all form of penicillin that could eradicate diseases ranging from the common cold to pneumonia. No luck there. I then went on another penicillin based antibiotic called Amoxicillin. I have taken this before for strep throat. It <span style="visibility: visible;" id="search">is used to treat certain infections caused by bacteria, such as pneumonia; bronchitis; gonorrhea; and infections of the ears, nose, throat, urinary tract, and skin. It is also used in combination with other medications to eliminate H. pylori, a bacteria that causes ulcers. In other words - this shit is legit. Again, full cycle - still coughing.<br /><br />At this point I feel that it is worth mentioning that all of these prescriptions were called into a local CVS by my Aunt in Florida who is a doctor. That has always been and will most likely will be the way I handle being sick. A quick trip to WebMD, a haphazardly selected diagnosis, a trip to Wikipedia to select a medicine, followed by a call to my aunt requesting a script for the meds. A process, which at this point, has made zero improvements in my health and probably only decreased the effectiveness of future use of the two aforementioned antibiotics.<br /><br />So.. with no other options I went to visit the doctor. Since moving to LA I have yet to find a primary doctor (mostly because of the way I typically deal with not feeling well). I asked a few people for a referral and ended up at some doctors office in Beverly Hills. Typical doctors office; weird sanitary smell, unreadable magazines in the lobby, a slew of forms and the inevitable wait on the awkward table/bench that's covered in sandwich paper. I always want to play with everything in there but I'm sure the one time I actually do the doctor will catch me; I'm not sure what the penalty is for playing with the thing the doctor looks into your ear with is but I'm not willing to risk it.<br /><br />After approximately and hour into my doctors visit I was greeted by the nurse who promptly took my blood pressure and temperature. "The doctor will be right with you". "Thanks". A few minutes later, four throat cultures, one blood sample and a slew of questions I was told to take vitamin C and drinks lots of water. Really? This is why I waited an hour on sandwich paper half naked? So I could get the same diagnosis my grandma gave me?<br /><br />Doctor: "Let me explain"<br />Me: "I will certainty allow you the opportunity to try"<br /><br />After a long explanation my understanding (i think) is this. Apparently I had so many antibiotics in my system that it was actually having a negative effect on my immune system, I was sort of a walking antibiotic cocktail. The doctor also said I should be trying to get as many anti-oxidants into my body as possible as that would help with the recovery. Once the antibiotics had cleared my system the additional vitamins should be enough for my body to fight off whatever is going on - which they'd let me know about after the tests from the cultures and blood came back.<br /><br />So after two months of having a death cough, two rounds of antibiotics and one visit to the doctors office - here I am, sitting at my desk eating an orange with a glass of water (supplemented of course by 1000mg of Vitamin C) waiting to hear the diagnosis from the doctor who will inevitably, regardless of the ailment, tell me to take more vitamin C and drink lots of fluid. Fuck me.<br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-8759051091816275812010-06-23T11:25:00.000-04:002010-06-23T11:25:03.553-04:00Douche Bag Anthem in HDAbercrombie & Fitch, Ed Hardys my Bitch, haha.... This music video was out awhile ago but they just reposted in HD so i thought i would drop it off to you guys.<br />
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If Back to the Future was made today and Doc Brown juiced it to 88 miles an hour and they went back the same relative amount of time, they would be traveling to 1980... Where the fuck is my god damn hover-board?!?!? Where are the flying cars?!?! And god-damn-it where the hell is my android sex doll!?!?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I think it's time to revisit the many things we were promised which remain undelivered.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">1. Lightsabers: Probably the coolest weapon to ever hit Hollywood. Lightsabers are weapons of the Jedi and Sith and made by each owner as part of their training... don't judge me for knowing that, I read it on Wikipedia (yes, I put research into this post...moving on). Think about how cool it would be to carry around a samurai sword. Then think of how cool it would be it the samurai sword was a giant switchblade, glowed, and could sear flesh instantly </span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" class="searchmatch" >cauterizing </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">wounds. The idea of the lightsaber has been around since the 70's and to date no one has been able to create anything even remotely close, and that makes me sad.</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TfzkTEoYnIE/S2tTmINAbVI/AAAAAAAAADY/500MRFKqvbE/s1600-h/lightsaber.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TfzkTEoYnIE/S2tTmINAbVI/AAAAAAAAADY/500MRFKqvbE/s320/lightsaber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434529289854807378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">2. Holograms: Almost every movie ever made that referenced the future has one thing in common. Fucking holograms! I'm not talking about those crappy hologram posters you had on your ceiling in high school that glow under a black light (although those were pretty bad ass). Physicists theorize that holograms, as they are seen in movies, are not possible. However, if you watched CNN's coverage of the elections last year you could clearly see that science was wrong again, as a 3D hologram of Will-I-Am (from Black Eyed Peas) conversed with Wolf Blitzer. This further proves my theory that Wolf Blitzer isn't real.</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TfzkTEoYnIE/S2tV9hm_HxI/AAAAAAAAADg/BySG_znhUv4/s1600-h/will-i-am-hologram-cnn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TfzkTEoYnIE/S2tV9hm_HxI/AAAAAAAAADg/BySG_znhUv4/s320/will-i-am-hologram-cnn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434531890834906898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">3. Mars: In the 1950, back when men were men and women were still sexually repressed we sent a man to the moon. Think about that. Some dudes just sacked up and said lets put a man on the moon. So they did... they found a few guys who were willing to risk what at the time had to seem like certain death to explore the great unknown and be the first to do something - today's equivalent of "first!" on a comment string. (If you participate in this nonsense I hereby banish you from reading anything I write. Cease and desist, immediately.) What happened to the balls to the walls attitude NASA used to have?!?! I'll tell you this much, if the Russians were tying to get there we'd have already gone. I hate you mars rover.</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TfzkTEoYnIE/S4R6eanuJbI/AAAAAAAAADo/1xvnsChqTbs/s1600-h/Mars_Rover_Photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TfzkTEoYnIE/S4R6eanuJbI/AAAAAAAAADo/1xvnsChqTbs/s320/Mars_Rover_Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441608912730990002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">4. Flying Cars: we're almost there... </span><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.moller.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=49&Itemid=57">Flying Car from Moller</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">5. </span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Virtual Reality (VR): <strong style="font-weight: normal;">If you weren't there, you probably wouldn't believe it.</strong> But <em>way </em>back at the start of the 90s, people at the edge of the emerging digital culture talked about VR — the idea that we would soon interact in shared 3D worlds — as much as, if not more than, they talked about the internet. (Of course, we were talking about it <em>on</em></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> the internet, so I guess sometimes you just don't notice your immediate surroundings.) There were dozens of conferences about VR and lots of national media coverage in every major outlet. There were movies and TV shows that revolved around VR and there was even one arcade game. But VR quickly disappeared from public consciousness. WTF!<br /><br /></span><br /><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TfzkTEoYnIE/S4R8Wr5tz4I/AAAAAAAAADw/MU-VQMKXbBo/s1600-h/vr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TfzkTEoYnIE/S4R8Wr5tz4I/AAAAAAAAADw/MU-VQMKXbBo/s320/vr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441610978954170242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">... more to come, stay tuned</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-1911517642743064862010-02-23T00:33:00.001-05:002010-02-23T00:35:26.580-05:00Is Smoking Still Cool?Apparently not. Even in Los Angles, the city of whats hot, cigarette sales are down compared to last year (2009). Why is this you ask? Maybe its health, maybe the stink, maybe LA gets enough pollution from the smog, or maybe it the laws (no, those probably help smoking)<br />
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<a href="http://www.luckyslicks.com/affiliates/jrox.php?id=1992_1_bid_2"><img border="0" height="60" src="http://www.luckyslicks.com/affiliates/image.php?bid=2&mid=1992" width="486" /></a>Drunk Punkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11273953562218132363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-62832607248013313492010-01-05T11:49:00.000-05:002010-01-05T11:51:00.904-05:00Kick in the New Year with this!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7oHDXVIr98&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7oHDXVIr98&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Know Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13147534812571483477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-35708620326969313762009-12-29T00:43:00.001-05:002009-12-29T00:47:29.980-05:00Public Service Anouncement<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmw2ixC3ZUoIeJylTMVNnLSyk_T5uo-bpTik9iOq_UkVk0vh5Wfjr_i4OyzeR4wy1Q-jQlTEvEvkV1nnPHGIKVmBz9AXhFaLL-PhjAIKj50XN1Ggt0oGGSxsGWVOZP-isBDL5zLtbU_kc/s1600-h/unicorn-destoyer-of-ponies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmw2ixC3ZUoIeJylTMVNnLSyk_T5uo-bpTik9iOq_UkVk0vh5Wfjr_i4OyzeR4wy1Q-jQlTEvEvkV1nnPHGIKVmBz9AXhFaLL-PhjAIKj50XN1Ggt0oGGSxsGWVOZP-isBDL5zLtbU_kc/s400/unicorn-destoyer-of-ponies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420530407443676178" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">and now you know... </div>Know Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13147534812571483477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-57360074926090245432009-10-30T12:37:00.003-04:002009-10-30T13:26:14.652-04:00I Don't Give A ShitOur generation is generally more apolitical, agnostic, and, well, apathetic than our parents’. When asked to speak out for or against an issue, we default to ambivalence – because it just seems like a lot less work. This tepidness extends not just to matters of national importance, but also – and, perhaps more so – to the day-to-day minutiae of our lives. We don’t say what we’re thinking because we don’t want to piss anyone off, or worse, get fired. Because I’m not concerned about either of those things, I’d like to take this opportunity to vent on behalf of my peers. After all, generations past spoke out on what they cared about most. But if there’s one thing that today’s youth is passionate about, it’s not caring at all in the first place.<br /><br /> Nobody cares about your fucking fundraiser. Listen, charity is great and I donate every year – on my own accord. But these days I get invited to more fundraisers than I did birthday parties the year my friends all turned twenty-one. So please stop emailing me about car washes, bake sales, sock hops, and silent auctions for random-ass causes I have no desire to support. It’s enough already. I don’t want to go. In fact, no one wants to go. Unless of course it’s open bar – then maybe we’ll consider it. <br /><br /> Don’t include a list of your favorite books in your online profile if you’re just going to list the Harry Potter series. Hell, I’ve read them, too. But who are we kidding? Everyone knows that, in your case, those are the only seven books you’ve read in the past decade. Considering their target age group is about eight years old, you should be embarrassed.<br /><br /> Fuck global warming. That’s right, I said it: fuck global warming. I believe it exists and I believe it’s bad. I just can’t stand to hear one more celebrity talk about it. If the federal government wants to enact a law that within five years all cars need to get 50 MPG, I’m fine with that. In the meantime, leave me the fuck alone. I mean, what the hell do you expect me to do – build a compost heap in my fucking one-bedroom apartment?<br /><br /> For years, I’ve wondered how it’s possible that annoying people who don’t shut the fuck up don’t realize how annoying they are. We’ve all been there – trapped in a conversation with someone who isn’t able to pick up on the most obvious clues that you’re not interested whatsoever in what they have to say and are desperate to leave. I call these people HCI's – “head cock inducers” – because while you’re standing there listening to them blab on and on you subconsciously cock your head to one side and think to yourself, “Is she fucking serious right now?”<br /><br /> Don’t send me online photo albums from events I did not attend. Nobody cares about your friend’s sister’s wedding. Don’t let your girlfriend be the one to tell the story if both you and her witnessed an event. Nobody cares about the intricate details of what everyone was wearing. Don’t reply “maybe” to Evites. Nobody cares that you might be coming – and if you don’t show up I’m gonna send you the online photo album just for spite.<br /><br /> In the end, I think that my problem, and the problem of my generation, is a lack of patience. Information comes at us so fast these days, it’s hard not to be impatient. I’ve been known to ask a question, and then lose interest a few seconds into the answer. Sometimes, I can’t even be bothered to finish my own sentences. A typical story I might tell my mom: “So, I went to the store like you suggested and blah, blah, whatever, I gotta go.” I guess I forget that moms are interested in everything. Like this one time – actually, forget it. You don’t give a shit.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-35945916767705978912009-10-19T17:15:00.000-04:002009-10-19T17:15:33.225-04:00How Many of These Girls Have You Dated?<object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pCdmiZyyGjQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pCdmiZyyGjQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Drunk Punkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11273953562218132363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-78441917654776118192009-09-23T13:48:00.001-04:002009-09-23T13:50:16.220-04:00Wrong Hole Happens..<object width="464" height="289" id="1351992" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" alt="EMBED-He Puts It in the Wrong Hole free videos"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/MTM1MTk5Mg=="></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.break.com/MTM1MTk5Mg==" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess=always width="464" height="289"></embed></object><br><font size=1><a href="http://view.break.com/1351992#TellAFriendhttp://stats.break.com/invoke.txt">EMBED-He Puts It in the Wrong Hole</a> - Watch more <a href="http://www.break.com">free videos</a></font>Drunk Punkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11273953562218132363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-79413680157222109192009-09-10T11:14:00.002-04:002009-09-10T11:16:30.407-04:00Do You Take It In The Can?<embed src="http://creativity-online.com/video/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#869ca7" width="480" height="270" name="player" align="middle" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashVars="config=http://creativity-online.com/xml/config.player.php&p=17218" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br />These guys are creative, great commercial.Drunk Punkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11273953562218132363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-32795018668776856022009-08-31T12:08:00.004-04:002009-08-31T12:24:48.706-04:00Mondays Wasted Weekend Pic DropIm feeling loved this weekend, so i wanna share the love with you. In the form of girls kissing girls.. wasted! ;) <div><br /></div><div>Enjoy</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMgmKz5qIw16YVX3PRpo9kHzZWGoOSh_VdWgjE54-_dQf7VlhouA5Zpt2Y8pGvixuALCl48SOrq5mfKnxL0hA19y2eUnFsPOAwCkTHbVcg1KWctLakhegHDuJ-gXzEL8unAK3yxPE0r5j/s1600-h/jack+d+and+kisses.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMgmKz5qIw16YVX3PRpo9kHzZWGoOSh_VdWgjE54-_dQf7VlhouA5Zpt2Y8pGvixuALCl48SOrq5mfKnxL0hA19y2eUnFsPOAwCkTHbVcg1KWctLakhegHDuJ-gXzEL8unAK3yxPE0r5j/s320/jack+d+and+kisses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376163266819047282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6BXLPt8-p8U0pdObr579EVC73yTmvTNawpJomq7JkteOayvFo9Xna4ZBDcDlZUyVE8zV3aT5OUiPuR2TJsmKpg-hWcmvw866BzHT9zBgnj-8e_CA_YDSmSfyi5wfSQo8svr3Irachd3k/s1600-h/party+licks+girls.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6BXLPt8-p8U0pdObr579EVC73yTmvTNawpJomq7JkteOayvFo9Xna4ZBDcDlZUyVE8zV3aT5OUiPuR2TJsmKpg-hWcmvw866BzHT9zBgnj-8e_CA_YDSmSfyi5wfSQo8svr3Irachd3k/s320/party+licks+girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376162629807448962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70w-z6zG1Xt7uoKmVquiuqkZ1Nb7p7moD-lGUPqdJGf6UtnMcn8NGNnOOIE9sjTetQ63Sw83QHCvdZ0VFYnENuDpikNvP1GiqtqtvdU1Hya9DC7VBAQI5aNb5CLbosXB2-blcmz7FxzQl/s1600-h/l_545b869596a3419581085746021e317f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70w-z6zG1Xt7uoKmVquiuqkZ1Nb7p7moD-lGUPqdJGf6UtnMcn8NGNnOOIE9sjTetQ63Sw83QHCvdZ0VFYnENuDpikNvP1GiqtqtvdU1Hya9DC7VBAQI5aNb5CLbosXB2-blcmz7FxzQl/s320/l_545b869596a3419581085746021e317f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376162620397612530" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDP0Aj8BE4MjqucofoBMFre3Y68A2Tjf2M-cbBW0pSbjkv6EMA2zjzref8HnbMxLkapYKwGA26Hv4DHBF3MZYnEYBDHu0Aa3JNtGdDcomjt9QY26DcfzGcnMGVapT2PqLYwrbRhzjs0jMg/s1600-h/german+mugs+and+jugs.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDP0Aj8BE4MjqucofoBMFre3Y68A2Tjf2M-cbBW0pSbjkv6EMA2zjzref8HnbMxLkapYKwGA26Hv4DHBF3MZYnEYBDHu0Aa3JNtGdDcomjt9QY26DcfzGcnMGVapT2PqLYwrbRhzjs0jMg/s320/german+mugs+and+jugs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376162615039152482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">...and they can probably out drink you</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggoWkxooxOn3DLyMb8yKtqLosJqsp_CWthlQ7k6xkITfw2Pa9s3p0czZMWw63QSPuW3p3HBu6GwcbRrOzjNPMPzKvRqHuF3Lua5ur-T9NZ2mW5yJ1Ye9_Sw41qDRlKR-nrwBaz2x8UrywE/s1600-h/what+am+i+doing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggoWkxooxOn3DLyMb8yKtqLosJqsp_CWthlQ7k6xkITfw2Pa9s3p0czZMWw63QSPuW3p3HBu6GwcbRrOzjNPMPzKvRqHuF3Lua5ur-T9NZ2mW5yJ1Ye9_Sw41qDRlKR-nrwBaz2x8UrywE/s320/what+am+i+doing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376162632063135154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This girl is gonna eat her friend... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Check back every Monday for photo updates on the weekend's search for god. If <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; white-space: normal; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; ">you have any from your searches send em over Sunday and ill get them up! (email link is at the bottom of my homepage) Drunk@mysearchforgod.com</span></span></span></div>Know Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13147534812571483477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-84612620814102768772009-08-30T12:46:00.000-04:002009-08-30T12:47:42.589-04:00I'm Was Hammered But This Guy is Wasted!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0I6KWA1G0mM/SpqtLvoWErI/AAAAAAAAAUo/rqPNG5ACbMc/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDEtMjAwOTA4MjktMDMxNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-762591"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0I6KWA1G0mM/SpqtLvoWErI/AAAAAAAAAUo/rqPNG5ACbMc/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDEtMjAwOTA4MjktMDMxNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-762591" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375799522495959730" /></a></p>After a night of drinking that started late and ended later I woke up Saturday thinking my only souvenir was a hangover. It wasn't until Sunday morning when I was scrolling through some phone pics that I discovered this beauty. I'm just glad I drink just enough to still be able to find a cab and get home, or at least a patch of grass... <br>Sent via BlackBerry by AT&TDrunk Punkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11273953562218132363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-6836914890092084612009-08-26T16:41:00.003-04:002009-08-26T16:59:00.529-04:00Using Implants to Identify the Dead is all the Rage<a href="http://www.someecards.com/card/3192"><img src="http://d3gkbha1s7sr56.cloudfront.net/someecards/filestorage/rem_57.jpg" alt="You should consider getting breast implants so your body can be identified if you're ever brutally murdered by a VH1 reality show star" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Good Call Doc. </div>Drunk Punkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11273953562218132363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789066857335783380.post-3417822718330897522009-08-24T15:00:00.001-04:002009-08-24T15:00:01.715-04:00Mondays Wasted Weekend Pic DropFuck this weekend, i didn't get nearly drunk enough.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zNIqyGG2nsvT8j1IafkMoU9T6sWqUlcvQsNkeRiNcOr-PiFZ_yTXKmIdK4sLlaltznjuUj9yq0tNE0unK6UWlJkgsYtlfFWT2uyE87DdNLinnTHXwyCkGtdOmuW2Auert98UNG8wf9Q8/s1600-h/suck+dick.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zNIqyGG2nsvT8j1IafkMoU9T6sWqUlcvQsNkeRiNcOr-PiFZ_yTXKmIdK4sLlaltznjuUj9yq0tNE0unK6UWlJkgsYtlfFWT2uyE87DdNLinnTHXwyCkGtdOmuW2Auert98UNG8wf9Q8/s320/suck+dick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373567737396263426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Who's taking her home? She might suck a dick... or puke on your bed :(</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoP2HvPBEflF3DQM_7hvk-bfoHieAD8OnAGzhKn8RNHu7NL0gwqdUHeM5DJyWi8aaE0vR20Srv_NpR7f8iwxhRmtF4yTR5UQ4PQ3luR_N-DSWedO86zdKbwHlu-83Dd_MkE6ExeI-o2s91/s1600-h/vodaka+girls.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoP2HvPBEflF3DQM_7hvk-bfoHieAD8OnAGzhKn8RNHu7NL0gwqdUHeM5DJyWi8aaE0vR20Srv_NpR7f8iwxhRmtF4yTR5UQ4PQ3luR_N-DSWedO86zdKbwHlu-83Dd_MkE6ExeI-o2s91/s320/vodaka+girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373567718483415314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Looks like some heavy potential for a 4 way</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh87eG24F_EQh7Rs0hUOhYJJtwbIKDt2-4umDWinT5F-Kgh7fva-3GDv8x1oDVXNlZwBYUXhkRs51vmLwKOAg12kFsoJvZfi7nljraNz-mYVGKa4p5z8A_V5HrMFTo8O48hMqtvXGrTmmy4/s1600-h/drunk+tattoos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh87eG24F_EQh7Rs0hUOhYJJtwbIKDt2-4umDWinT5F-Kgh7fva-3GDv8x1oDVXNlZwBYUXhkRs51vmLwKOAg12kFsoJvZfi7nljraNz-mYVGKa4p5z8A_V5HrMFTo8O48hMqtvXGrTmmy4/s320/drunk+tattoos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373567708401573362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">her sorority girls did WORK</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBB-ZmYwY92kbYAM5M-T8uYjvbKfvHH51fYhyphenhyphen6ekot8vBUzDEr5oH-COFicVJxt7emdiG_KL3cV_97uOr9lKO0g7g-kreTBVfX7PN1L2K3qzrA7t8fQxhyphenhyphen5CDoKMPkI8gjinI05-dyfIit/s1600-h/bow+tie+drink.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBB-ZmYwY92kbYAM5M-T8uYjvbKfvHH51fYhyphenhyphen6ekot8vBUzDEr5oH-COFicVJxt7emdiG_KL3cV_97uOr9lKO0g7g-kreTBVfX7PN1L2K3qzrA7t8fQxhyphenhyphen5CDoKMPkI8gjinI05-dyfIit/s320/bow+tie+drink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373567706906097890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The bow tie is the real cherry on top for me</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgiQNiK6Jsmwinac5BWUiTgUdOuT7bNrI4LFXCyKziGyKqtDF8JJpHR5ZWdpJ8gwgJImQS7gB6CsShoRUxdRCcinBboh38Z4It2Yl5MNUFQ3kc4DRnbFEmJlLI88bRtQ8GLH01S_zThqw/s1600-h/drucnk+crack+kills.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgiQNiK6Jsmwinac5BWUiTgUdOuT7bNrI4LFXCyKziGyKqtDF8JJpHR5ZWdpJ8gwgJImQS7gB6CsShoRUxdRCcinBboh38Z4It2Yl5MNUFQ3kc4DRnbFEmJlLI88bRtQ8GLH01S_zThqw/s320/drucnk+crack+kills.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373587058527452146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Crack kills!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Check back every Monday for photo updates on the weekend's search for god. If <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; white-space: normal; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; ">you have any from your searches send em over Sunday and ill get them up! (email link is at the bottom of my homepage) Drunk@mysearchforgod.com</span></span></span></div>Know Godhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13147534812571483477noreply@blogger.com0