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The Union Forever

another year, another bout of Ranch Farts

you know the drill – eat, drink, eat, fart, repeat…


state your case

btown best worst

more like ‘Whitest State Ever’


since we’re all old and billionaires, we stepped up our game
and stayed at the Union


where the views are to die for
but not to diet for

the carpets scream redrum


and the eating made for red-bums

oh ranch sauce 


men want to be you
and women want you inside of them

and oh divine swine

btown divine swine

how you make us sin, even though we brought a rabbi with us

speaking of
the Rabbi thinks I should do
a gallery show of our ranch sauce pics

btown ranchy

fart art?

the owner of BuffaLouies is my hero


literally, a larger than life
personality – with the wings
to back it up

he’s like the second greatest man behind Neon Jesus 


Bobby Knight’s in white ranch sauce


 want to know what lonely is?


this pencil shapener, sitting at the bottom of a stairwell, probably barely used or ever noticed

each trip back to Bloomington brings back old memories but sometimes provides new ones

like these amazing headshots of ‘talent’ from the 80s that played Bear’s Place


ah, M&Mc – the dynamic duo to end all dynamic duos

btown this guy

I’d choose this guy’s
‘stache in a pinch!


more like jester.  off with his head!



who, me???


btown this guy2

uh, um, uh?


btown banks

Banks, so money!!!

btowbn weird al

Weird Yal Ankovic?


btown youuu



btown dj 2

yes, me – DJ Tanner of the Mike & Jonah & Terry Milk Show! it’s like 1997/98 all over again!! big ups to BFinx for the tour!!

btown rfarts

I’m a slow starter / fast farter


btown thing

but I won a super amazing hat (not pictured) from this crane-game thing


btown juggles

can’t wait for #RanchFarts2015!!!!
the year we juggle!!!


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Thighwalker Ranch Farts

another year passes
another year of gas passing
college still stays the same
but we get olders
but not wisers

man, are we really old

but man, them young chix these days be wearing like nothing more than a bra and nothing

Indiana, home to the whitest people you don’t know

theys peoples is
the salt of the pepper

and home to the lamest bestest football players ever – EVER!!!
football players
(2 dem being Redskins)

and this guy

I signed him to a 9 picture deal to play Howard Taft and the Monopoly Guy and every awesome fatty guy with a mustache

and now we enter
the farty food section

ZA and WINGS!!!!!!!!

together at last/gas


at Mother Bear’s!

+ onion rings as big as Greeny

and they didn’t even taste good, but they was SO BIGGGG


MIGHT juss be the world’s bestest wings. MIGHT.  no, seriously.
no, 5reals.  no, 9reals



hot sh!ts, only $3!!

personally, I don’t like
to spend more than $2

but THIS is where I really
want to go one day

and that negative review is actually the glowingest glowing review ever cause fat people know where to get damn good food that keeps them fat

oh college

never change


and we’ll keep coming back

and maybe, juss maybe

we’ll retire in you!
not even jokings


oh, want to relive old ranch fart memories?  CLICK ME!


Indiana & On India

I’m off to Indiana, so in the meantime

get off on India

go Ranch Farts!

go Zodiac for best picture!


Unhidden Valley Ranch Farts

we were here

and we wish you were too

this list is life

and farts!

this picture should hang at the MoMA

this ranch sauce should
be served everywhere

leftovers?  not bloody likely

indigestion?  bloody likely

hollandaise holiday sauce

black gold, Bloomington tea

this is our brains on college

any questions?

biz sinking at Nick’s
is always mandatory

woman in the background was shocked that we were able to
capture the pour in mid-flight

blue drinks for all!

good tasting drinks for none!

rough nite for somebody

but sometimes a necessary evil

and now for the ‘cultural’
part of our tour

Zells yeah!!!

fighting Illini? more like losing Illini!!!

if you can read these
you don’t need glasses

and probably also have a tiny penis

IU Cinema is a bestestestest

and so was seeing the Cary Grant / Katherine Hepburn comedy Holiday

we’d follow the RHCP cover band
Funky Monks practically anywhere…

…there’s 8 cent beer
and 18 year old women


does not compute

America, where everything’s bigger, not necessarily better

you lighters up our lives

boob grab!!!

but the question is, real boobs???


LOL!!!! continued


looking for ranch farts from years past?  YOU GOT IT!!!

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