Gnarvember.
So shit. I skipped last month because I freaked out.
I still haven't really felt like updating,
but man do I have some sweet pictures from November.
A bunch of people/things died this month.
Let's remember them.
My hot shoe flash died.
A bunch of dudes in bands died.
Pimp C died today. That's weird.
Worst of all... the Last Fifteen house is done.
So yeah, party in their memory.
Hahahahahaha....
Jacob playing the shit out of some drums.
(Eww @ my camera's built in flash.)
Garth got bummed because he's never been in one of these photo journal things.
Then he realized that the picture of him being bummed was probably gonna be in this one.
I've seriously spent a couple dozen minutes staring at this picture. It blows my mind.
Jake and I had a sleepover/burrito party after watching Am-Steel shit all over the Larry Arms.
Yes, I took a picture of him peeing.
He washes his hands. How considerate.
So yeah... Last Fifteen house is funny...
Did I say funny? I meant fucked up.
(All fight pictures taken by Jacob, directed by me saying "JACOB... JACOB.")
This is a girl named Sam punching a girl named Vanessa in the face.
I understand the threat, but the shocker? WTFs, man.
The face kick heard 'round the... North Valley.
Soooooooo epic.
King didn't give a shit 'bout no girl fight. He just wanted to eat entire cups of ramen.
He was bummed about the shirt not looking ironic on him.
Tracking drums. (Photo by Paul Glover)
Paul Glover; my mans and them.
If you mic your power tubes...
you might be an asshole.
If you mic your mid knob...
you might be an asshole.
If your name is Scottie BK [Do Work!] and you use five mics for one cab...
you're probably an asshole.
Greg and Miles from Fukrot/Roñoso did some guest vocals on one of our new songs.
Miles helping a dude (us) out with some guest vocals also. Hanging ten, obviously.
Thanksgiving. Holy shit there are two Virgin Marys in this picture.
You're going to heaven for sure, Juanito!
That mac & cheese was GLORIOUS.
Ugh, of course they put the meat in front of me.
So fast Eddie came into town and somehow I got forced into going to Fantasy World.
Luckily it was closed 'cause Mike and I weren't very happy about it.
While I humored the boys by taking their pictures, he refused to get out of the car.
Here's the proof haha.
To celebrate me not having the anxiety attack to end all anxiety attacks we went to Taco Cabana.
Taco Cabana is always a solid choice.
I wish all my nights ended up like that one.
I still haven't really felt like updating,
but man do I have some sweet pictures from November.
A bunch of people/things died this month.
Let's remember them.
My hot shoe flash died.
A bunch of dudes in bands died.
Pimp C died today. That's weird.
Worst of all... the Last Fifteen house is done.
So yeah, party in their memory.
Hahahahahaha....
Jacob playing the shit out of some drums.
(Eww @ my camera's built in flash.)
Garth got bummed because he's never been in one of these photo journal things.
Then he realized that the picture of him being bummed was probably gonna be in this one.
I've seriously spent a couple dozen minutes staring at this picture. It blows my mind.
Jake and I had a sleepover/burrito party after watching Am-Steel shit all over the Larry Arms.
Yes, I took a picture of him peeing.
He washes his hands. How considerate.
So yeah... Last Fifteen house is funny...
Did I say funny? I meant fucked up.
(All fight pictures taken by Jacob, directed by me saying "JACOB... JACOB.")
This is a girl named Sam punching a girl named Vanessa in the face.
I understand the threat, but the shocker? WTFs, man.
The face kick heard 'round the... North Valley.
Soooooooo epic.
King didn't give a shit 'bout no girl fight. He just wanted to eat entire cups of ramen.
He was bummed about the shirt not looking ironic on him.
Tracking drums. (Photo by Paul Glover)
Paul Glover; my mans and them.
If you mic your power tubes...
you might be an asshole.
If you mic your mid knob...
you might be an asshole.
If your name is Scottie BK [Do Work!] and you use five mics for one cab...
you're probably an asshole.
Greg and Miles from Fukrot/Roñoso did some guest vocals on one of our new songs.
Miles helping a dude (us) out with some guest vocals also. Hanging ten, obviously.
Thanksgiving. Holy shit there are two Virgin Marys in this picture.
You're going to heaven for sure, Juanito!
That mac & cheese was GLORIOUS.
Ugh, of course they put the meat in front of me.
So fast Eddie came into town and somehow I got forced into going to Fantasy World.
Luckily it was closed 'cause Mike and I weren't very happy about it.
While I humored the boys by taking their pictures, he refused to get out of the car.
Here's the proof haha.
To celebrate me not having the anxiety attack to end all anxiety attacks we went to Taco Cabana.
Taco Cabana is always a solid choice.
I wish all my nights ended up like that one.