A Message From the Counter Counterfeit Commission

A couple of years ago, there was a direct response television ad that ran on a few networks. Maybe you saw it.

If you didn't, or can't remember it- here's the video.


Being the opportunists (and MINI Cooper owners/enthusiasts) that we were, I urged Bryan to purchase the DVD. Undoubtedly the order was placed, and a few weeks later we were trained Counterfeit Mini Spotters.

Now what a lot of people don't know is that we did our homework, and spotted Counterfeit MINI's virtually everywhere we went.

Armed with the following...



...we were able to sharpen our senses.

From Auto Trader....(click to enlarge)




...to eBay auctions, we realized Counterfeit Coopers were everywhere.

This is why on behalf of myself, Bryan, and the rest of the Counter Counterfeit Commission, we invite you to a screening of the sold out informative video that started it all. Contact bryan@masonjarclothing.com if you'd like to join or for more details.

For more insight into this serious matter, visit

http://www.counterfeitmini.org/

With your help, we can avoid eyesores like these...

362 Days Ago

A bet was made to grow out a beard.

The terms were no trims to any region except for on the neck. Weeks later, a compromise was settled so that moustache length could be trimmed.

Three-hundred and sixty-two days.

Vince's Spaghetti in Rancho Cucamonga was where the deal was brokered.


Vince's Spaghetti in Rancho Cucamonga was where the deal was paid in full.


Due to the powers that be, circumstances out of our control have led us to retire the beloved beard.

Due to graphic content, viewer discretion is advised.

Dead Beard Driving.


Waiting room to Satan's NYC penthouse office.


Last meal.


I had the honor of cutting off the first half with shears. It took us awhile to finally have the guts to do it.

"Count me down Geoff, I can't just do it." -me

"3, 2-" -Geoff

"Wait. Count down from 50." -Bryan




fig. 1; The Cincinnati Red/Friendly Mutton Chops.


fig. 2; The Creep.


fig. 3; The Chaplin.


Tricks? Treats? You decide.


Feelin' it out.


Driving home was tough. Especially when Closing Time came on.





"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."

Beardo aka Bryan The Miner aka Creepster
11/09/07 - 11/06/08

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.

Guess Who's Back in the Hospital? Yes, Again.

I get a phone call a little after 11 last night from Tony.


Tony: "Hey J. Guess where we're at?"
Me: "Please tell me you're hanging out with Dick Lucas."
Tony: "Haha. No. We're at-"
Me: "A bar? How come it's so quiet?"
Tony: "We're at the hospital."
Me. "Oh God. Not again."



Details later today. Must sleep. Tired.