THE BEAR DEN
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Why Do Buff Dudes..
Wear these kinds of tank tops? Anybody? Jon B?
On this website, they're actually described as the "50 Cent Tank Top."
I mean I guess they look like bullet proof vests, but if it were up to me I'd just wear the real thing. It's like buying into that new scam...
On this website, they're actually described as the "50 Cent Tank Top."
I mean I guess they look like bullet proof vests, but if it were up to me I'd just wear the real thing. It's like buying into that new scam...
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
BBBBB- Bryan's Birthday Bash Bar-B
Our resident Hasidic Jew, Bryan, celebrated his birthday with a barbecue bash. We also were hosting a couple of our friends from Germany, and they were able to experience their first true American BBQ! Even though it was 95+ degrees out in Orange County, a bunch of his buddies came down to celebrate his personal Rosh Hashanah. Mazel Tov!
Some of the lineup.
iPod, check. Speakers, check. VICE Magazine, check. Beer, check. BBQ sauce, check. Boca Patties, check. We're ready!
BYOW.
For the carnivores, I threw some bacon wrapped, pepperjack cheese-filled hot dogs on the bar-b.
Joemm's three vices: sausage, cheese, and bacon- all wrapped up in a bun. It was so good he came up with the greatest Mason Jar x Chubby collab, EVER.
Since more people came(and Michael ate two of the bacon cheese dogs), I put the bratwursts on the grill. As embarrassing as it was for me, Susy and Yvonne didn't make fun of our half-assed American bratwurst. Instead, they just smiled.
For the readers that don't know Bryan, I know all of you think this guy's 33. You're wrong. He just turned 32.
For dessert, we had a strawberry pastry from Amelia, Amelia Maynor, Amelia R. Maynor, and my grilled peaches. If you've never had one, make sure you make it out to the next barbecue.
Then it was off to Hollywood to catch Ed Helms' puppet show, that had the lovely (and walkative) Janeane Garafolo. Janeane reminds of what a pissed off Lisa Loeb would look like, you know, like if she never got lucky with that one-hit wonder.
Tony, with the Obey x Chubby Boob tee.
This really rad puppeteer was out. I want this for my next birthday. Take notes.
With this long line you'd think we were waiting for shoes or something.
Great day spent with great friends. Even though The Garafolo went off on a political rant and sounded like NPR for a moment, it was a hilarious show. Nothing beats a cheap show where you can bring in food and booze.
Some of the lineup.
iPod, check. Speakers, check. VICE Magazine, check. Beer, check. BBQ sauce, check. Boca Patties, check. We're ready!
BYOW.
For the carnivores, I threw some bacon wrapped, pepperjack cheese-filled hot dogs on the bar-b.
Joemm's three vices: sausage, cheese, and bacon- all wrapped up in a bun. It was so good he came up with the greatest Mason Jar x Chubby collab, EVER.
Since more people came(and Michael ate two of the bacon cheese dogs), I put the bratwursts on the grill. As embarrassing as it was for me, Susy and Yvonne didn't make fun of our half-assed American bratwurst. Instead, they just smiled.
For the readers that don't know Bryan, I know all of you think this guy's 33. You're wrong. He just turned 32.
For dessert, we had a strawberry pastry from Amelia, Amelia Maynor, Amelia R. Maynor, and my grilled peaches. If you've never had one, make sure you make it out to the next barbecue.
Then it was off to Hollywood to catch Ed Helms' puppet show, that had the lovely (and walkative) Janeane Garafolo. Janeane reminds of what a pissed off Lisa Loeb would look like, you know, like if she never got lucky with that one-hit wonder.
Tony, with the Obey x Chubby Boob tee.
This really rad puppeteer was out. I want this for my next birthday. Take notes.
With this long line you'd think we were waiting for shoes or something.
Great day spent with great friends. Even though The Garafolo went off on a political rant and sounded like NPR for a moment, it was a hilarious show. Nothing beats a cheap show where you can bring in food and booze.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Dean 33
Ladies and Gentlemen, I proudly present the one, the only....
DEAN BOB!
Probably the coolest 18 year old on the planet- hey ladies!
Yes, he's single. Yes, he has a job. And yes, he normally drops $800 checks for dinner at Club 33 in Disneyland.
DEAN BOB!
Probably the coolest 18 year old on the planet- hey ladies!
Yes, he's single. Yes, he has a job. And yes, he normally drops $800 checks for dinner at Club 33 in Disneyland.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
The Day Mist Ate Huntington Beach
While bringing up wood for a bonfire we were having, the heavens opened and delivered the thickest and darkest cloud of mist I've ever seen. What was once a hot, sunny day turned into a dark, gloomy afternoon- all within the span of a few minutes.
Check out everyone's demeanor- there were a lot of people who had their hands on their heads.
And as everyone left in fear, we worked. Tearing wood off pallets, using only a mini-hammer and a screwdriver.
Which led to a pretty raging fire.
"Hey Jas, you might want to move. A few fireballs just landed on your chest." - Allana
Even Dilly showed up! He talked about how he was hit by a car from a shoplifter stealing out his shop, and why he had the shoplifters beanie on.
And a few random shots from the day.
Eric, and a lovely note he found on his car in LA.
Chubby is everywhere, we saw 12 other Lexus and BMW's with CB decals in Orange County.
Nothing could be more true.
Check out everyone's demeanor- there were a lot of people who had their hands on their heads.
And as everyone left in fear, we worked. Tearing wood off pallets, using only a mini-hammer and a screwdriver.
Which led to a pretty raging fire.
"Hey Jas, you might want to move. A few fireballs just landed on your chest." - Allana
Even Dilly showed up! He talked about how he was hit by a car from a shoplifter stealing out his shop, and why he had the shoplifters beanie on.
And a few random shots from the day.
Eric, and a lovely note he found on his car in LA.
Chubby is everywhere, we saw 12 other Lexus and BMW's with CB decals in Orange County.
Nothing could be more true.
Friday, June 20, 2008
My New Friends
This is Tater. He has human eyes.
And this is Captain. He has I-didn't-do-it-I-swear eyes.
THe blueprints for these dogs just weren't right. Sad eyes, long ears, small legs, long bodies- it's the Franken-dog.
And this is Captain. He has I-didn't-do-it-I-swear eyes.
THe blueprints for these dogs just weren't right. Sad eyes, long ears, small legs, long bodies- it's the Franken-dog.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tony, aka Zoot Suit, aka...
El Tapatio
"Give me a sixer, some pliers, and a Philips, and I'll fix it."
"But it's just a paint scuff."
"Ok. Give me a sixer, some pliers, and a Philips, and I'll fix it."
"Give me a sixer, some pliers, and a Philips, and I'll fix it."
"But it's just a paint scuff."
"Ok. Give me a sixer, some pliers, and a Philips, and I'll fix it."
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
In Case of Nuclear Explosion
see figures below
fig. 1
locate closest lead-lined refrigerator.
fig. 2
open door, enter fridge, and survive nuclear blast.
fig. 1
locate closest lead-lined refrigerator.
fig. 2
open door, enter fridge, and survive nuclear blast.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Chances Are...
Why is it that most of the Astro vans I see come equipped with Lady of Guadalupe decals on the rear windows?
Are these pre-stickered? Or...?
Are these pre-stickered? Or...?
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Grad Party Weekend
I'm officially gradded out. Here's a few snaps from the weekend.
The first party was Danny's, where I had to literally park about two blocks away. As I'm walking to the house, I hear trumpets, drums, and a tub- not to mention a voice that sounded like this. I also notice that many of his neighbors were had their lawn chairs out, listening to the banda.
When I walk in, all of my dreams come true,
Lots of people, plenty of amazing food, and great music. Dan's brother played acoustic for awhile, prompting the obligatory drunk Steve Miller Band ballads.
We dared this guy that we met to climb up this sketchy ladder, which was about 30-40 feet in the air. We weren't really too sure what it was leaning support on, but nevertheless...
...he climbed it for a beer. Congratulations, man!
Then it was off to Jilly's, where I was greeted with this photo collage. I 'memmmmmber this Jill.
I 'memmmmmberrr, do you 'memmmmmmberrr??
After Jill's was karaoke in Yorba Linda (which will be a post later this week), but early the next morning was Joemm's sushi bash at the Shogun. Plenty of people I haven't seen in awhile (Cheryl, Mira, Gen, Alan and Nadia, Lenorre, LaRon and Amy, The Godfather), so it was nice catching up. We even got to have an in-depth discussion about narwhals and unicorn mayonnaise.
"Dude, that could totally buy, like, at least a half tank of gas."
Drewby as dapper as always, but in 100 degree heat, we questioned why he kept the cardigan on for so long. Maybe he had a stain on the shirt? Maybe the shirt underneath was cut-off at his belly? Maybe it was a one piece, where the shirt was attached to the sweater? What it was, we'll never know.
The Godfather, aka my real Godfather, aka Joemm's dad- totally PUMPED about the new double disc Journey album.
White rice.
Brown rice.
After Joemm's, we headed over to Riverside and the LS Block to celebrate Domomic's graduation.
So hot outside. So ridiculously hot.
"Hey Dom. What are you doing?"
"Yeah?"
"Oh, ok."
Whaaaat? Allana Rubio sighting? Sweet! I'll take these any day!
We stood hung out in the corner of the yard where the uncles normally are at your family gatherings. You know, the uncles that get drunk, use foul language, complain about their wives, and come up with their next crazy get-rich-quick scheme.
Start with straight shots,
...and then pop bottles.
Heaven sent.
If you weren't double fisting, you were out. No. Seriously.
Congrats everybody! Now make that money...and help me pay for gas.
The first party was Danny's, where I had to literally park about two blocks away. As I'm walking to the house, I hear trumpets, drums, and a tub- not to mention a voice that sounded like this. I also notice that many of his neighbors were had their lawn chairs out, listening to the banda.
When I walk in, all of my dreams come true,
Lots of people, plenty of amazing food, and great music. Dan's brother played acoustic for awhile, prompting the obligatory drunk Steve Miller Band ballads.
We dared this guy that we met to climb up this sketchy ladder, which was about 30-40 feet in the air. We weren't really too sure what it was leaning support on, but nevertheless...
...he climbed it for a beer. Congratulations, man!
Then it was off to Jilly's, where I was greeted with this photo collage. I 'memmmmmber this Jill.
I 'memmmmmberrr, do you 'memmmmmmberrr??
After Jill's was karaoke in Yorba Linda (which will be a post later this week), but early the next morning was Joemm's sushi bash at the Shogun. Plenty of people I haven't seen in awhile (Cheryl, Mira, Gen, Alan and Nadia, Lenorre, LaRon and Amy, The Godfather), so it was nice catching up. We even got to have an in-depth discussion about narwhals and unicorn mayonnaise.
"Dude, that could totally buy, like, at least a half tank of gas."
Drewby as dapper as always, but in 100 degree heat, we questioned why he kept the cardigan on for so long. Maybe he had a stain on the shirt? Maybe the shirt underneath was cut-off at his belly? Maybe it was a one piece, where the shirt was attached to the sweater? What it was, we'll never know.
The Godfather, aka my real Godfather, aka Joemm's dad- totally PUMPED about the new double disc Journey album.
White rice.
Brown rice.
After Joemm's, we headed over to Riverside and the LS Block to celebrate Domomic's graduation.
So hot outside. So ridiculously hot.
"Hey Dom. What are you doing?"
"Yeah?"
"Oh, ok."
Whaaaat? Allana Rubio sighting? Sweet! I'll take these any day!
We stood hung out in the corner of the yard where the uncles normally are at your family gatherings. You know, the uncles that get drunk, use foul language, complain about their wives, and come up with their next crazy get-rich-quick scheme.
Start with straight shots,
...and then pop bottles.
Heaven sent.
If you weren't double fisting, you were out. No. Seriously.
Congrats everybody! Now make that money...and help me pay for gas.
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