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Woah, got an Internal Server Error for posting a thread. That's a new one.

Whaddaya expect, posting a picture like that?

Well, with a story like that, it serves you right... I can hear the server now:

Must... not... let... witchy... must... resist... G..... N.......... R............

Must... Resist... G......... N........... R...........

Oh, please, please, please tell me there are pictures from the END of the night.

*bitchslaps server*

How dare you post in my name? Get the fuck outta here!

That's so weird. The server and I wuz thinking the same thing. No, really!.

sometimes I dress up for 80s-themed birthday parties.

You mean you rent yourself out as an 80s themed entertainer?

Exactly!

If I get one more request for that Cherry Pie girl, I'm going on a shooting spree.

What scares me is the '80s really doesn't seem all that long ago to me. *sob*

9622: 2 parts vodka, 1 part hairspray

Did you go to Culture Club on Varick?
Was it awful?

You look fuxx0red. I want the recipe for whatever you were drinking.

close tag?

What's really, really scary is that I still have all my clothes from the 80's. (I'm a bit of a packrat.) I could snap and go into Pat Benatar mode at any moment. One more step, and I'll wear the leg warmers! I mean it!

*ahem* Sorry.

Hey WitchyPoo...you're a hottie! That the boys haven't reacted like Farksters is a testament to what good guys the monkeys truly are. :)

I've been too busy masturbating to her photo to come up with any witty, urbane repartee.

(was that over the top?)

(was that over the top?)

See? Let this be a lesson: go away for a while and you forget how to post.

twice! But hey, it's good to see you here, Chefster!

COLDCHEF!

And just where the heck have YOU been? Where's the note from your mother?

If I were asked to dress for an 80's themed party, I'd basically dress the same way I do now, except, I'd have to get the mullet back.

That picture pretty much sums up why my wife won't let me leave the house alone.

What I wore on the last day of school, 1985:

Sleeveless tee with my name airbrushed across the back. Black parachute pants. Red Michael Jackson "Thriller"-style jacket (nevermind the 90 degree weather). A headband.

I've never made it back to that level of "cool."

"Less than Zero" came out in '85 and after I started reading the book I just had to go get a t-shirt from the Hard Rock Cafe,...oh, and coke, lots and lots of coke.

I've never made it back to that level of "cool".

Don't believe him. He was wearing the same outfit when we met up in New Orleans.

On the last day of school (class of '83, dude!), the only thing I recall wearing was my date-to-the-gravel-pit-party's vomit.

She did look a little like witchy, though, so I didn't mind too much.

mmmmm, thigh-highs...

yowza! vavavoom!

I will kill anyone who dares post a thread after this.

I have e-mailed Ben and Mena and they're working, as we speak, on a way of new threads appearing to the right of this one. Or just disappearing automatically. Should be up and working late this morning.

Technically, those aren't thigh highs, they are stockings held up with the aid of a garter belt. Much more rocker chick chic.

And no, we didn't go to Culture Club (although I have been there before). We went to Wayne, New Jersey to see Rock Kandy play. The band, instead of rejoicing about the fact that 15 people dressed 80s style descended on the club and knew all the words to the cover songs, seemed to be very afraid of us.

GoodBye and thank you...

Witchstone = Molly from Neuromancer.

I am so in love with Witchstone right now.

I'm think the only 80's garb I have left is a shrunken, faded Monsters of Rock t-shirt.

mmmmm .... stockings held up with the aid of a garter belt

So what exactly did you and aw do last night? Hehe.

Hey
I was at the ROCK KANDY show in Wayne and thought they were great.

Last night Aw took possibly the worst picture of me ever taken--6th grade excepted, of course. I had a roommate who would make me take out my 6th grade school picture when she was depressed because it would make her laugh.

Actually, pretty much 3rd through 11th grade was a bad string of pictures.

Hi
Glad you liked the show we hope to see you all soon it was alot of fun we had a great time.

Oh. Oh dear.

To the Noo Yawk monkeys:

I've got a few hours to kill after work today due to circumstances too tedious to explain. Anybody wanna come downtown and punish their gullets?

Wow. We're now the official unofficial Rock Kandy message board.

Rawk!

Answer me this, Rock Kandy:

Are there any of the following at your shows:

a. Keyboard ties?
b. Flying V guitars?
c. Keyboard player dressed like a surgeon?
d. Ultravox covers?

I LIKE ROCK KANDY THEY ARE TEH SHIT EVEYONE ELSE IS JUST A BIG LOOSER!!!!11!

WICHSTOONE U ARE JUST JEALOUS CUZ ROCK KANDY LOOKS GOOD AND U LOOK LIKE SHIT WITH YR HAIR!!1!

AND PARTOOGAL IST NO REAL COUNTREE!!!!11!

AND AMERICAN GALDITORS ARE PUSSYSSSS!!!1!

Hey check it out! We can book them!

The Ultimate Glam Rock Experience!

WHAT THE CHIRST ISS A HAY-TOTA ANYWAY?!!2!!7!!53!!

They're TOTALLY playing 9622's Monkeypalooza 2003. If we ever have one, that is.

Can we invite the Iron Maidens too?

Not only did I see them live, but I see one of them driving her SUV around Irvine.

TEH MESSAGER BOX WIL NOOT PSOT!!73!11!

Run to the Hills!

YOU CANT ECAPE TEH RATH OF KANDY ROKKERS!!1!!11

Wait a minute...these rockers? They have ....Kandy?

9622.net: The Ultimate Glam Rock Experience!

Good day sunshine, I can't post, that's not fine, damn server on my end(everone at work is surfing the weather)

Anyone else enjoy some time off due to the ice storm in the Mid South?

Thanks witchie, what a nice warm sizzling picture to de-ice my desk.

Ah ha the 80's: what more could be said.

Sleeveless tee with my name airbrushed across the back. Black parachute pants. Red Michael Jackson "Thriller"-style jacket (nevermind the 90 degree weather). A headband.

Must. Have. Pictures.

Who's bad?

I still have my sleeveless Union Jack shirt somewhere, although the colors have now bled and faded to the point where instead of blue, white & red, it's more of a lapis, beige and pink.

I don't miss my skinny ties, but by god I would kill for a good porkpie hat.

Oh, pictures exist.

*chants*
Post pictures
Post pictures
Post pictures

witchie, is that a clove in your hand?
That was the official smoke of choice in my circle during the era. 1 buck would get you 3 cloves at the liquer store, especially near a high school...

Red Michael Jackson "Thriller"-style jacket (nevermind the 90 degree weather). A headband

[now have a picture in my head with cold chef having geri curl holding a hurricane drink with umbrella]
oh! that's Chef from south park wrong site:P

Holy crap! I've been waiting for a thread like this. One where I could bask in the warm glow of witchstone for being--well, drunk and disorderly. It's so chic! It's so trashy! It's so trashy-chic!

God, I love that photo. You are a brave woman, and I am proud of you.

*wipes away tear of joy*

(and where the hell have you been, chef? I was gonna send out the bloodhounds....)

Well, I thought it would get people to post drunk & disorderly pictures of themselves, or even slightly 80s-tinged photos, but apparently I was wrong.

There are disorderly pictures from later in the evening, but they mostly involve me, the birthday girl, and a lapdance and I know that the boys around here have no interest in that.

Come on, I had to say it.

witchy, you've seen actual pictures of me from the 80's and you've seen me drunk and disorderly in person. What more can one man give?

Okay, I had to dig deep for these, but this is both drunk and disorderly, and they're kind of a time lapse too....I was cute and post-punk then, complete with tongue piercing.

Follow the time frame from top to bottom, top to bottom, not left to right.

It says on the back that it's from '94, in some of the most drunken scrawl I've ever had the misfortune to read.

Readymade is Pink?

Actually, I'm pretty pale.

No, she's a blond Fairuza Balk. Except more beautiful.

Man, we've got some babes on 9622!

balk, pink, either way she's a hottie.

Yes, that last photo really shows off my attributes, including the slack jaw.

I haven't been able to say this in a while: Post you ever-lovin' be-yaaaatch!

Okay, the Pink/Ready comparison is just bizarre. I feel all doppelganger again, which is pretty damned weird...

Maybe she was the one who made off with all of my fame and fortune. I knew I was supposed to have some. She stole it!

[on edit while stuck in server hell: whoa! now there's a Fairuza too! Freaky! Maybe we should all have a "party" if you know what I mean. That would be so sci-fi kinky]

um, did someone call my name?

Say my name, say my name

and yes, there should be a party, with pictures. many pictures.

and sex.

I thought that was implied

Here you go

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

Oh, okay. Here is me, about 10 years ago, on a cocktail of halucinogens. (For those of you to whom I'm not ~immediately recognizeable~, I'm the butch one on the left.)

Is it brave or stupid of me to post such an unflattering picture of myself next to the lovely readymade and witchstone? Perhaps both? Hey, that's my motto--audax et stultus.

That's your idea of drunk and disorderly?

*derisive snort*

Amateur.

The above was aimed at Mssr. Kafka, Esq. not cowboy_sally, who is most notedly not an amateur.

Unfortunately, I can't see the picture you linked.

Norwegian Wood.

Ack, I am an amateur!

Pictures when I get home. I promise.

Let's try this again, shall we?
...*hallucinogens*, dammit....

Promises, promises
You knew you'd never keep.

Me! I want to see cowboy sally inebriated! Wherefore art thy drunken hijinx?

cowboy_sally, you're adorable.

But--what are you doing?

Oh. There they are. Heh.

Readymade, there are a couple of bars in the east village that have those photo booths. The problem is timed photography combined with drunk people. It takes 3 pictures just to get seated correctly (I know this from personal experience). But it's a great way to spend $3. I'm a photo junkie.

What were we doing? Well, at that point, we were having frozen refreshments in the form of Otterpops. This was shortly after we'd donned children's cowboy hats and pretended to shoot each other with capguns in the park, an exercise tragically cut short when a homeless guy decided to chase us with his cart, shouting "I'm gonna getchooo!" Afterward, we went in search of more frozen refreshments at the local Kroger, where the cashier took one look at my friend's hologram necklace (hey! it was 10 years ago, ok?) and said, "That necklace is so purty it looks like it's meltin' into your skin." At which point we both looked at each other and whispered "She knows.*" And we ran like hell.

*PCU

PCU?

PCU, viz. "Can you blow me where the pampers is?" /stupid movie reference

I see your carousing photos and raise you a movie clip. Maybe...
Hope this works. Click on the party link.

Requires Quicktime, I'm afraid. If it works, I'm the one with long hair, backless shirt, and her tits almost popping out while dancing. And this was for work. heh.

heh. I destroy any evidence.

I'm afraid I'm not finding it, romakimmy.

here you go witchie, the chics are drbunk. I used part of this photo before, it's the only one I have with a beer in hand that is accessible. Most pics with a beer I'm double fisted:P

That's your idea of drunk and disorderly?

But it's a crazy straw! Crazy!!

Damn. Let's try again. Geocrappies ahead

I'm afraid I'm not finding it, romakimmy.

Unless you're Mig, in a crowd of migs I missed you and your long hair, rommakimmy.

Migovich Migovich Migovich

I'm the one with long hair, backless shirt, and her tits almost popping out while dancing.

Yea that made me go look again, are you IO in your photo album? I looked at a handful and I will say; I better lock these hands up as, Nice ass.
In Italy a slap or not for a comment like that?
[I'm hoping a slap, I need one now and then]

These are drinks.

This is a hangover.

Any questions?

Tequila!

wow, the fun i missed today as i put up shelves, these poor, under-appreciated shelves....

Did you know they make Jack Daniel's just down the street? Whiskey so sweet, so smooth, so close.

There we go.

Also of note: my review finally ran.

heh. I think brittney's is the most convincing picture yet.

DRUNK:

DRUNKER:

DRUNKEST (and no I don't remember what was so fuckin' funny):

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Guess which one is me!

Okay, one more hint:

(80's photos coming soon)

One more try:

Sorry, ladies. He's taken.

yikes. that was friggin' huge.

From the movie review above:

The viewer may ponder what Ben sees in the dreadful Andie besides her Botticelli face, which Petrie frames with a soft-focus lens so smoky it should carry a Surgeon General's warning.

Heh. Good stuff.

I have an ancient picture of me at the age of 18, with a can of Coors in my hand (I was visiting Iowa at the time. Don't ask.)

I am eternally grateful I have no scanner.

Ok, I'll share a pic too: Sequins and booze...oh, happy, happy days. ;)

ColdChef, those photos are rad!

I got 80s pics, too. Ya'll, brace yourselves.

*gets to scanning*

Tell me, when are there sequins when there is NOT booze? That's really the question!

And chef, be still my beating heart! I'm completely in love! The Clinton shirt, the blush of youthful idealism, the goofy grin--you could so be my funny valentine!

Jon, I'm speechless, I really am.

I could keep scanning scary pictures of myself, but the last scrap of my dignity tells me I should stop now.

First, the mullet. My mother did this to me. The words "short on the sides" haunt me even in my twenties.

Then, I permed the mullet. This is all my bad--completely my doing.

Note the sneakers, ladies. LA Gear, bitches.

Jon: Who is that devestatingly fine-ass man beside you in the DRUNKER photo?

Gay, isn't he?

I got one: both 80s (1985, precisely) and drubk. Forgive my dearth of brains - but how do I post it?

hold up...

that's got it. The powerful looking drink in front of me is called a Greyhound. It's supposed to be opaque.

A couple of more-than-slightly inebriated poultry-pics :

Fes! I can tell even through the overwhelming aura of drunk that you had good hair and that women swooned! I would have swooned to, except that you looked far too classy in a suit for me to take seriously. I was more into "scumbag masquerading as punk-rock god" in the 80's.

And pollo loco, what can I say? Clearly kindred souls.

I just realized that the photobooth photos were from an evening when I met Wesley Willis and got his CD. He even signed it for me. That was before he hit the "big time." Oh yeah, baby, I've had a brush with fame and survived.

Westsiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide:



and a bonus shot, the first banner for my weblog, also two years old:

ah jeez.. here's one:

I'm not sure what's on my head there.

That's a keeper for sure! Was that faux passing-out? Or were you really passed out? And are you wearing panties on your head?

I wasn't quite passed out, but i couldn't really move. And I honestly have no idea what's on my head, could be the other shirt I was wearing, I do recognize my bass and a sock on the other pillow though..

from the timestamp on the pic here, it may have been from my birthday.

*sigh*

bored, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life.

Oh, I don't know. It's served me well.

9622.net: Then, I permed the mullet.

Oh, and you folks want drunk pictures? It's Mardi Gras, Baby. Expect pictures after the weekend.

Jon: Who is that devestatingly fine-ass man beside you in the DRUNKER photo?

Gay, isn't he?

That, brittney, would be the world famous Rob The EMT, and not only is he not gay he's also wealthy, was in a band, and was a fireman. I've seen the guy not bathe for a week and dress like an outpatient and still be a babe-magnet. I think he kept me around to throw himself into even sharper contrast. If he wasn't my best freind I'd have to kill him.

Good morning, folks

There's that tongue.

Now I'm thinking, search the tongue sites to find the where-abouts of coldchef ;D

adam, you look like a such a sweet innocent kid in that picture.

what happened?

Hey wonderchicken-that second pic looks a bit like Kramer on Seinfeld.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.

The photos in this thread should be made into a video that is shown to impressionable children.

The video would reassure them that booze and drugs are not as bad as all that. DARE, baloney.

Plus, Fes is so HANDSOME! *swoon*

I agree, tizzie. Fes *is* really dreamy. Were you at a formal occasion, Fes, or were you going through some New Romantic period? Adam looks like every sXe hardcore boy I ever had a crush on growing up. (goneill would undoubtedly agree with me if she were here)

*sigh*

And brittney, I rocked the same look with the socks over the acid-washed jeans--but I had Kangaroos instead of LA Gear. My parents were very cruel.

(I found another drubk photo--I'm much more subdued on booze alone.)

If you want drubk, I've got it.

Ah, ladies, you are too kind to me by far; I was all of 18 in that picture; a dissolute, saturnine icepick of a man, flush with freedom and vodka and promise. But the women back then wanted glittering Miami Vice assholery and coke, so the incidents of swooning were fewer and farther-between than I would have liked. But you all are making my Friday ~:)

Were you at a formal occasion, Fes, or were you going through some New Romantic period?

A little of both. It was a fraternity ball (to which I went stag, by the way) but not black tie. I had the tuxedo with me at school (along with a GREAT topper and a silver-headed cane, not pictured), fancied myself the second coming of DeQuincey (with a dab of Byron and Blake thrown in for flava), so I de-mothballed it, penguinized and hoped for the best. Where the hell were all you lovely sorceresses back in '85?

Jack Daniel's just down the street would be right up my alley.

Other than that, I'm shocked you people drink so much. Up till today I sincerely thought it was all a joke.

Oh - and Kaf: when God gave you gonads, drinking through a straw was not one of His objectives. Unless you want to usurp ColdChef's Girly-Drink-Guzzlin' award. ;)

Oh - and Best. Thread. Ever. Anywhere.

Talkin' 'bout the West-siiiide, EBK? Check out my shirt.

This is me in a blonde wig in New Orleans after a few hurricanes. I discovered that if you wear fake blonde hair and have 2 burly guys with you, drunk men will believe it when you tell them you're a porn star.

fancied myself the second coming of DeQuincey

Oh, please, fes, you don't look a damned thing like Jack Klugman.

Romakimmy: so I wasn't hallucinating! :)

...and this photo always makes me long for summer.

you don't look a damned thing like Jack Klugman.

A man can dream, can't he? CAN'T HE??

*sob*

Well, I started young. Fortunately, my life of drinking does not appear to have harmed my good looks.

soundsofsuburbia, I hope you picked up all those cans afterward...
/my mother

Where the hell were all you lovely sorceresses back in '85?
In middle school, wearing Kangaroos, with pictures of, like, Eric Roberts taped in my locker.

Y'know something? The "DRUNKEST" picture was taken around 1997 and that I still wear that ugly-assed plaid shirt occasionaly.

Plus it also makes me miss my facial hair. Maybe I'll grow it back. The grunge revival can't be too far off..

Other than that, I'm shocked you people drink so much. Up till today I sincerely thought it was all a joke.

Pot. Kettle.

Hee...

cowboy_sally: Of course. We might have been drunk, but we certainly weren't barbarians.

In middle school

ouch.

*reaches for handful of psychologically-comforting Dilaudid-Metamucil combo-pack samples stolen from unlocked cabinet in gerontologist's office during last checkup*

Talkin' 'bout the West-siiiide, EBK? Check out my shirt.
This is me in a blonde wig in New Orleans after a few hurricanes. I discovered that if you wear fake blonde hair and have 2 burly guys with you, drunk men will believe it when you tell them you're a porn star.
Posted by: witchstone on February 28, 2003 10:41 AM

I'd like to point out that witchstone incorporated gangsta-ism, drinking, New Orleans, and a porn reference all in one post. God bless her creamy white hide.

soundsofsuburbia, I wouldn't expect any self-respecting Skandinavians to leave garbage behind.

In Brooklyn, on the other hand, people shoot you when you ask them to clean up after their dog.

cowboy_sally: Yeah, Sweden's a pretty safe country to live in.

"I actually feel pretty comfortable in New York. I get scared like in Sweden. You know, it's... kind of empty, they're all drunk. Everthing works. You know, if you stop at a stop light and don't turn your engine off, people come over and talk to you about it. You go to the medicine cabinet and open it up and there will be a little poster saying: "In case of suicide - call..." You turn on the TV, there's an ear operation. These things scare me. New York? No."

Lou Reed might disagree, but... As it's 5.39 PM over here I'm now sitting at my desk, drinking Newcastle Brown Ale, Atari Teenage Riot on the stereo. Life is sweet.

Oh - and Kaf: when God gave you gonads, drinking through a straw was not one of His objectives.

I would like to categorically deny that I ever drink with a straw unless it is an official Gargoyles™ crazy straw, as pictured. It is my fervent belief that no man should drink from a straw, unless the straw is a tribute to cartoon characters. Thank you.

And here's me more recently, no longer looking like an extra from Alice's Restaurant, at my pal's bachelor party. I'm on the right. Also here, also on the right.

Weren't starving children fed by the proceeds from your shorn locks?

Apparently Kaf and goneill use the same opthamologist.

I just fed them the hair directly. Eliminate the middleman, I always say.

I think perhaps I have waited all my life for this headline.

Or perhaps not. Maybe I've waited all my life for the headline "Rat Eats Man's Head, Vomits, Turns to God". Which, incidentally, I'm still waiting for.

Hallucinating Migs? Je ne comprends pas...

So like John before him,
Sebastian must die!
Must die, must die,
Sebastian must die!
For the sake of the nation,
Sebastian must die!

Thais always drink beer with a straw. At least in Thailand.

Singha beer!
Don't ask no questions.
Singha beer!
Don't tell no lies.

Thank you, thank you. I will be doing two shows nightly at the Silver Cloud Lounge.

Shorry, no monkeesh... I'm not even shupposhed to be on 9shish22...hic...shurely shome mishtake...hic... get those photographssh off the Internet, now, sheesh...

Dear Romakimmy: I thought I'd dreamt I'd clicked on your link and saw "Migs". Then I hallucinated you'd Malkoviched me. It was only when others confirmed your hilarious, affectionate caper I realized I wasn't... :)

here mig, then no more hallucinates for you. [romma's pic where in another folder in that post]But she may want to tell us which one's, I guessed the ones with IO in the reference.

oh my gosh, I've destroyed most of my drunkpics. But y'all have given me the biggest laugh all day. (Glad I'm not reading this at work right now..)

Our Dejah has some cleavage happening in her photo. Definitely more attractive than my red nose!

Is it wrong to envy a baby? Maybe I should just not go there.

Our Dejah has some cleavage happening in her photo. Definitely more attractive than my red nose!

But definitely not as Mexican!

Tizzie--you are alarmingly similar to a friend of mine in Seattle. Are you sure you're not a lesbian bartender living in the Northwest rather than a married lover of tequila in Kentucky?

I'm sure there will be lots of incriminating pictures of me coming up on March 7 (Shameless 30th Birthday Plug). This same group that did the 80s night pictured atop the thread is plotting my party that night. My sister is flying in (yay!). I know the date, but I'm not allowed to know the theme or the activities planned. I'm quite positive it's going to entail me wearing something embarrassing, though.

I'll keep you posted, as I'm sure you'll be waited with bated breath.

Maybe I should just not go there.

Hey, tizzie was the one who opened the cleavage door. I say run through it.

Not quites as photogenic as our other posters, but I'm the drubk one in the shiny black shirt with motorcycles.
Yeah, we're in Windsor, where Smirnoff Ice contains vodka instead of malt liquor. So it's half again stronger and tastes even less like beer. That's why I have such an agreeable grin.

Britain, you need to recruit your friend in the light blue shirt to post here. That's a drubk monkey if I've ever seen one - and consider that a compliment!

Without any sarcasm whatsoever: I like that shirt, Britain

Are you sure you're not a lesbian bartender

tizzie was the one who opened the cleavage door

Freud, don't fail me now!

I didn't think I actually had any pictures of my drunk self (at least not scanned and accessible from work). But I did find this one. Although I don't look drunk, I was (note the beer can chillin' in the oh-so-redneck koozie). And I'm topless! No cleavage jokes, please.

I always smile a lot when I'm drunk.

(and before anyone asks: Yes, alcohol, water, and fathering do mix, thankyouverymuch)

Oh, foo. Get swamped with work and suddenly everyone's, like, posting PICTURES. And my 80s pics are at home...

I'll join in the madness by posting a shot from '97 -- me fronting my band, "Flowers Inside" (and that's our set list, not the lyrics!):

:) Incriminating 80s pictures sometime this weekend...

Sweet Jebus, Metro!

*collapses in a pool of plaid drool*

Cute little girl, Par-do-nay Moi.

Yes, Thom, "Io" is me. And by sheer coincidence, a collegue has emailed us drubken photos from one of the conferences I went to in October, so you'll find them in the link you posted above.

For Migs. And you other monkeys who didn't see them the first time I posted them. But I don't feel like posting them on the Blue.

Here I'm fallin out of my chair for the camera, or a drink, don't recall. Or really just taking a peeksee.

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[sigh, if I had a scanner]

No pics of folks doing a beer bong what gives?

I AM IN LOVE WITH EVERY WOMAN ON 9622.NET!

I AM IN LOVE WITH EVERY WOMAN ON 9622.NET!

Heh. Why did ya think they call us Thundersluts?!?

i have to agree with lupo. this place RAWKS!

Not to take anything away from the ladies, but I'd just like to go on record as saying that Kafkaesque is a terribly sexy man in person.

I'd like to make a suit of his skin and wear it around.

It's not all it's cracked up to be, CC.

I'd like to make a suit of his skin and wear it around.

Luckily, XTC has already written a song about this.

sweet.

I can never keep my skin suit from wrinkling.

So has Slayer

"This is a song a bout a man named....?"

I can never keep my skin suit from wrinkling.

It puts lotion on its skin to make it soft!

Put the lotion in the basket!!!!!

You know, one of the high points of my brief career as an extra (one afternoon in a terrible movie called Georgia) was when I got to shoot pool with the actor who played Buffalo Bill. He's kinda creepy in real life too.

Which I thoroughly enjoyed.

You know, one of the high points of my brief career as an extra (one afternoon in a terrible movie called Georgia) was when I got to shoot pool with the actor who played Buffalo Bill. He's kinda creepy in real life too.

Which I thoroughly enjoyed.

Post-toasties.

I kinda liked Georgia. That Buffalo Bill dude should be in every movie.

"Don't you hurt my precious!"

Cold Chef and I present a duo of such magnetism, we gots to keep the ladies at bay with sticks.

Back! Back I say!

A suit of skin Mr Cold Chef. Well I've seen lamp shades in Dallas made of human skin, don't ask, with some tailoring one just may fit. What is your sleeve size? so I know how big to cut the holes out CC. You do go for those sleeveless type suits with straps?

That Buffalo Bill dude should be in every movie.

He would have made a great "Tootsie"

"Oh yeah, I'd fuck me."

I can no longer think of Buffalo Bill without simultaneously thinking about the time two of my male friends drunkenly showed me the entire repetoire of "Tricks we can play with our dicks". Now *there's* some drunken pics I wish I had.

I'd be happy with just a cravat made of foreskin.

Also, one day I'll tell you kids the romantic tale of how Kafka and I shared our cooties and a vodka tonic. Terribly, terribly romantic.

romantic tale of how Kafka and I shared our cooties and a vodka tonic.

I'm all ears as long as no tongue is involved...

It was fun folks, have a nice afternoon or a great beginning to your happy hour...see ya...

I'm all ears as long as no tongue is involved...

Never mind then.

I think one of our photoshop/flash wizards ought to take all the pics in this thread and make them into a bar scene, similar to the one in the first Star Wars movie. That would rock, indeed.

I'm all ears as long as no tongue is involved...

Never mind then.

Pooost

I've decided that as a protest against vanity and materialism, I'm going to cease all personal grooming. It's not like it's a big stretch.

*raises fist*

Fight The Power.

I'd be happy with just a cravat made of foreskin.

Oh, the imagery! Man Suffocated by Neck Decoration : Film at 11.

Also : I always pictured Uncle Fes as more, well, avuncular. Though that pic was from the 80's, so perhaps he's fallen into line with my Fes-imagining requirements...

Also Also : What kinda tricks, I find myself wondering, romakimmy?

I do this one great trick where I...here, hand me that staple gun and I'll ju--

AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

And yes, I'm up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 am Koreatime. Fubk me!

Dude, I'm always up at 6:30 am Koreatime. No big deal, really.

No, not that Uncle Fester, stavros!

Well... B****fire you might want to skip this one...

There was the Elephant trick, achieved by pulling out the jeans pockets and letting one's member flop free from the open fly.

The Charlie Chaplin, which works best on the those prodigiously blessed.

The Bulldog tail.

Perching a pair of sunglasses on one's member to create a face.

And the aforementioned Buffalo Bill Trick, at which point I begged them to stop.

Besides the fact that I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard, this last one freaked me out a bit, for reasons I won't go into here. As both gentlemen were of the 'cut' persuasion, they assured me there was a whole different set of tricks for those who were still in possession of the Trouser Turtleneck.

9622: I'd be happy with just a cravat made of foreskin

I was planning a la Tizzie to do some photoshoppery or something with all these pics, but then I started to list to port and drool a bit, and lose a bit of fine bowel control, which is inherently inimical to image manipulation of any kind.

[voice style="marvin the paranoid android"]Dawn. How loathsome.[/voice]

More coffee!

Guys, have I mentioned how much I love y'all? Woof. ;)

More recent drunk-ass photo. This was taken just last night.

"So I was pointing out the restrooms and then this steak-chomping fat ass decked me!"

Thanks y'all for reminding me why I don't drink anymore. (except for the literally one inch of wine I have once in awhile at my parents' house. And I get tipsy on THAT. It's the meds.)

I used to be the high priestess of the porcelain facility as I made many offerings...that's one gig I am GLAD I don't have any more.

I want photos of THAT!

Freshman year of college we had a 18th birthday party for a friend who got trashed, and I mean "I'm a freshman in college and now I'm 18" trashed. You know you've been there.

When she went to go puke, somebody snapped a pic. It was classic, as the beginning of the puke hadn't quite hit the water yet and you could see exactly where it began. Man, it was disgustingly beautiful.

I'd post some pics, but I have no webspace to upload 'em too. Use your imagination.

God help me, ufez, if you post that I'll have to tear my eyes out. Really, I will.

Just to prove to Dejah that sequins and alcohol DO go together...

I have no idea who's hat this is. But to get a sense of scale, the meathook that's resting on my shoulder belongs to a guy that stands about 16 inches taller than me. A-yup. I'm tiny.

See, Thom! I'm not the only "tongue"-photo-person!

I don't have a scanner. I'll have to get drubk tonight and have Teej snap one o' them thar webcam thangs.

Oh boy! A project!

The Mrs. and I and a sea urchin.

(damn 500 errors...almost made me think I went to hawaii three times...can i be hoped, administrator?)

Ma'am? I think we found your clog!

Man, I'm seeing triple already.

No see urchin. No see nuthin' at all.

So THAT'S what happened when I flushed that hamster.

Look who fell down and went boom.

Look who fell down and went boom.

Look who fell down and went boom.

Fookin' bloody grrrrr.....

Officer down! Officer down!

Ah, tizzie. You can always count on your monkey friends to point and laugh. Anyway, the comments there meant I just had to come read this thread over here (keeping my foot properly raised above my head the whole time, mind you) and now, after reading and seeing all the embarassing stuff the rest of you sent out to the entire intarweb, I feel duty-bound to join in. Sadly, there's no pix available of this year's party, but here I am acting as the M.C. for last year's Pasty Legs Contest. If that's not enough humiliation for one lifetime, here's another shot presenting the grand prize.

You people want drubk and disorderly, you came to the right place. Oddly enough, though, I haven't touched the stuff since, oh, about 3:00 a.m. last Saturday night.

Wait, wait, wait. You went down while IN COSTUME?

Umm. Yeah.

You know, now that I think about it, I may take those pictures down in a couple of days. Or a couple of hours.

(actualy I had already retired the grass skirt for the evening when the big dive took place, but the flowered shirt, lei and goofy hat went all the way to the hospital).

So, the grass skirt was off, huh? Are the fact that you tripped and the fact that you were pantless somehow connected, Big Boy?

Wait.

Everyone close their eyes for a moment and picture him with a broken leg wearing a coconut bra.

I've been makin' the doughnuts all week (except my little post-work romp with Witchy) without the slightest inkling that I have connections to such a crazy bunch. Then I drop in here and see this. It's not every day you go to a site and see underwater pictures of yourself posted without your knowledge.

Speaking of psychedellic cocktails, that picture of Stavros should be made into a general travelling postcard.

Everyone else (except for the distinguished Mr. Kafkadoodledoo) should be ashamed of your sloppy little selves. I think I need to open a new bar of soap and shower.

Fantastic!

ca. 1986. My (ahem) ponytail is unseen, but yet a palpable, even menacing, presence. About 3/4 to squiffed here.

But so long as we're posting pics from this century...

Me and JuniorFes out on the back 40, ca. last summer. I lost the beard at Christmas, but otherwise, a reasonable facsimile. As you can see, the years have taken their toll on my once-lustrous locks. Still got some ripped jeans, though.

"Hey Tubbs. Where's Crockett?"

He was back at the station, arguing with the lieutenant and messing with Edward James Olmos' head. I, on the other hand, was off duty. Way off.

Hey I just watched The Wolfen, where you get to see more of Edward James Olmos than you probably wanted to!

And yhbc, I hope you're OK, buddy. All the best.

Fes, you are even more of a Zen master than I thought. A 70s porno moustache-havin' Zen master, but a Zen master nonetheless!

Here's to ya! The Gentleman Jack is raised in your honor.

and very nice young kid you have there, pops.

TJ and Marty about 15 minutes ago

Thems some fine lookin' drunkeness. Yesiree.

I would like to point out that in all those pictures, Teej is wearing a tin-foil baseball hat that he made himself. Why? Because people look at you funny when you ask if they have tin-foil baseball hats for sale.

I never really realized how much me and TJ do not look alike until I saw those pictures. There's not too many of us together due to the fact that he's an uppity youngster. Case in point: When our food arrived at the post-bar greezy spoon, I attempted to steal a cheese fry from his order. He declared, in front of the waitress and the rest of our drunken horde: "If you eat that, I will punch you right in the cock!" Understandably, I avoided the cheese fries for the rest of the meal. Then, when he couldn't finish them, he told me: "If you don't drop the attitude and have some of these cheese fries, I will punch you right in the cock!"

Today's Lesson: When confronted by a combination of TJ, booze, potatoes and cheese always remember to wear a cup.

So I'm late, fuck me. Here's me a couple of weeks ago, drubk and fucking around with my new Elph...

thanks again, tj!

Ok, Marty is insisting that I post more, so here:

If he doesn't stop bothering me, I'm going to punch him in the cock.

You guys best go hook up with jonmc for River's Edge 2

ufez=hottt

Just sayin'. Again.

River's Edge yay!

You have all been issued lifetime keys to the city of Lisbon - welcome!

And some good scientific facts to help put those hangovers in the rosy perspective they deserve.

And here's something to put Miguel's honor in perspective: OnionFilter. Someone prepare a rosy robe for Stan Chin.

That's a sea urchin in my hand there....

mmmm....sea urchins. Just had some last week. Tasty.

The moderate consumption of alcohol does not destroy brain cells. In fact it is often associated with improved cognitive (mental) functioning.

What is this "moderate" you speak of, you strange man?

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Yhbc, you took a dive in a grass skirt?

You know, skirts are for standing on pedestals, not diving off of one. Plus we need you. Why?

Because that was the grooviest craftiest damn ass f-ing hand crafted 9622.net badge/pin ever made.

See Yhbc & wife sent me a thank you note, attached was a badge/pin with the 9622.net logo on it; the monkey on the keyboard with cigarette and drink I might add.

Ps, next time, the dive, ask the wife first.
[missed opportunity, not having a scanner]

Adam, whom are !, what I mean, whom is the dot and the dash above it?

Also, how do you pronounce, !, like the expression on the face of the lovely ladies...

That, my friend, is whatever you want it to be.

Adam, I'm at work bored to death, which reminds me, I better let skeleton warrior out of the closet, as I'm working alone; P

http://bunnygutz.tripod.com//sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/supermonkey.jpg

testing.

Okay, all you geniuses out there-now what do I do?

I'll e-mail you bunny as the command will not show, I think, hang on.

I e-mailed your hotmail account bunny

My guess is you put your link in between: >