Pizzas, Magritte, and a very
These are two pizzas I made from scratch in Brevard. Bell pepper and mushroom on one, and pizza and tomato on the other. They were alright.
I went to visit my brother in DC and found that one of two wall decorations in his bathroom is a Steve Johnson flyer. How fun.
Blurry Justin. We practiced in Mike's kitchen, so he put up some make-shift sound proofing: comforters, blankets, pillow cases, and pearl snap shirts.
Justin, looking rather muscular and hairy. Look at the glint on that nipple ring.
Justin thought he could play the guitar and the harmonica simultaneously. He was wrong.
Aside from just being a nasty photo in general, Mike really completes it with his pube-chest.
"Mike and Josh have just been getting TANKED every night 'til one of them starts snoring." This is Doug playing back-up. I think Mike's lyrics consisted of, "FUCK SHIT GUAH GUAH GUAH. GUUUUUUUUUCK!! FUCK! GUAH GAUHH GAUHH!"
Doug's face looks like a father observing his son with admiration. Mike's gonna grow up to do great things.
Justin got a queer tattoo.
Queer. Tattoo.
SKUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLL! (if you imagine Dano screaming that in his Fernando voice, it's a lot funnier)
Megalomania. Fucking awesome painting.
FIN!
weekend.