yep, we (Thigh Master, Thighsbart, Jewanicur, BJNewms, Sonkin, Gomby & Wolffie) go back to school more often than you do. wees very proud alumnus of Indiana University, juss like Kevin Kline & Jim Jones & Marc Singer from V!! also wees very proud at how much food & fun & friends we can shove into a single weekend. this particular weekend may look a lot like others of the past, but it was different, cause no ranch fart ever smells the same as another. they like snowflakes. anywho…
we snuck into a frat kitchen to show you what college looks like
Keystone Light will never die!!!
but we also took the time to look at a different kind of man-made beauty!
like nicely shaped buildings on the bestest campus evs!!!
who wrote this, a mail or femail???
doesn’t sound like much of a priority anymo!
where’s the ranch farting lane?
get it, a lane where ranch farting is accepted?
and yet, despite of all the debauchery, there was still time for culture!!
at the Lilly Library, now our mos flavorite library besides ones where there are hot & naughty librarians
any Tom, Dick or Larry can swing on in & look at magnificent manuscripts & pertinent papers
like Orson Welles’ shiz (and Vonnegut’s & others)!!!!!
they even have early drafts of Citizen Kane when it was called The American!!!!
and you get to put yer greasy lil paws all over them!!!
and yes, Orson was above average!!!!
twas such an honor to touch his honor card!!!
they also have a lot o’ John Ford’s shiz, like ironically enuff, his Oscar for How Green Way My Valley
which wrongly bested Citizen Kane at the 1941 Academy Awards!!! bastardos!!!!
ok kids, the writing was on the walls
do not try any of the following at home, and juss be happy you can’t smell the ranch farts at home!!
yours drooly, the mumble narrator and overlord of ranch farts!!!
we know you like to watch!!!
this is proof that there is a God
but ranch farts prove that there isn’t a God
but Pizza Express‘ Dixie Chicken (BBQ grilled chicken, red onion, Wisconsin cheddar) is also proof that there is one!!
this za may be basic Midwestern stuffs, but it’s better than a lot of NY za!! 15reals!!!!!
and there aint nuttin wetter than these there wet cokes!!
besides our vaginas after seeing bountiful feast after feast!!
extra! extra! fart all about it!!!
man, shiz really adds up super qwikly!!!
even branched out and had a lil Greek food!
the Cheesepa’rer & other goodies gave us tzatziki farts!!!
at Hinkle’s Hamburgers’ grease is STILL the word, booty!!
place is so dang good, they don’t even need a website!
had to make a stop de pit at the VP
and munch on an adequate chicken salad sangwich
so blazed and confused that me eyes are going in nine different directions/erections!!!!
this is the only thing we didn’t eat this weekend
and thanks to Imodium AD, we didn’t have to poop much!!
shocking, we know
photo assist from OviWani
Rock The Bells
Bells were rocked at Rock The Bells, and sometimes they weren’t rocked at all, this past Saturday on Shutter Island. Was it all a 7 layer dream, or was DiCaprio the killa bee on the swarm????? What are we talkings about? Dunno. It was a hazy shade of a summer day out there on that isle, where we stayed awhile and did Coke in the Coke Den
no silly, it was the kind of Coke that you dranks, not that powdery shit you put up your nose that does nothing but keep you up til 6am and makes yer jaw twitch more than that dude’s head in Jacob’s Ladder
Boy oh boyzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!! Slick Rick was slick AND Rick. KRS-One was like KRS-2. Rakim paid us in full. Jedi Mind Tricks didn’t work on us. THOSE AREN’T THE DROIDS WE WERE LOOKING FOR!!! Maybe these two were the ones we were looking for…
Lauryn Hill’s set was an absolute mess, but think that had more to do with the fact that she used a live band to support her jams and that band sounded like scooby DOO-DOO POOP POOP. Very disappointing, but at least she showed up (late), as opposed to snot at all, like she did in MD yesterday (stop making excuses Talib). No worries dun sun, cause Tribe Called Quest KICKED IT, YES THEY CANS. No doubtttles they dids!!!!!!!!!! 5ft assasin wit the ruff neck bidness, and then the Clan took to the stage and we all screamed PROTECT YA NECK, cause our necks were so rockings the bells from THEIR AWESOMENESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! think we’ve now seen em in concert like 5 times and everytime it’s like water for chocolate and a touch of heaven and a touch of mink!!! WU-TANG 5EVAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! we skipped Snoop cause West Coast is the durst coast and Nate Dogg wasn’t there and we had to escape Stutter Island before the movie got too out of hand
here’s a gross and phillaic and sugar coated image of me and Joe E Tätä Esq for your indigestion…
Perv-e-us-lee on Bells Del Rock:
2008, La Di Da Di We Like To Party Like It’s 1992-1995