Boss-man’s Birthday.
May 30, 2007
today’s the day of birth of shootksi… my fucking life coach. which only means one thing…. BLACKOUT and shit. here’s a preview from last night’s pre-party celebration
so come out at celebrate at Neumo’s and get him to wild out. cause we all know i’ll do work annihilating him.
oh and come support ARTISDEADISDEAD/ZEB RINGER showing is work at Neumo’s tonight starting at 7 with music provided by Dj Red Zora,Thee Poison Pen,G-dubs and Ain’t Never.
Happy Birthday…
May 29, 2007
to the one and only
Ab Fresh aka French Daperoni
sorry i missed most of the BBQ girl… but thanks for the past couple of months of insanity, morguing, werefwolfing and all of the other antics we be getting ourselves into. you know it’s only just started…
Concussions and Bitter Bird
May 22, 2007
let me just premise this with the fact that i’ve stayed in and iced my head all day.
yesterday was Phil Reed IV’s day of birth…
so what better than to feed pheed and stroll around town. 6/11 was the starting point, with the usual suspects…Fresh P, French Dap, Salt Bag and Shooter… and then the bombarding of shots began. sooner than our liking… our asses ended up crashing at the war room, were Fourcolor was spinning his beats. dancing, balloons, Candy Rain, cupcakes, pulled pork were just additional bonuses to our adventure. before long… the lights turned on and we found ourselves fiending pizza and picking up denim dan in the frozen food section. to get to the point… mel-tron’s salty with pheedmonster, due to her long work shift and his attitude, and becomes “bitter bird” and while “bitter bird” smokes her cig… ab fresh and denim dan attack her… causing her to slip on the wet floor and knocking her head into the brick wall. concussion ensues… and now my head is lopsided.
thanks denim dan. i now look like doug funny… or maybe skeeter valentine cause of the lump on my head.
birthday exclusives
May 22, 2007
here’s a little taste of the may babies at their finest
and the antics that involved celebtrating
this month has been one of the most exhausting months i’ve encountered for a while. with birthdays following one after the other, no night is spared without drinks and debauchery. beginning with salty c-towne and myself… the month has become a downhill spiral, showing off dance moves, 6 am bedtime calls, and funneling beers after 2. so here’s to hoping this month will end… cause my liver sure can’t handle much more
for more photos documenting the mess check GOLD
