You Know It's Serious When..

a.) You find tubes of this in the parking lot.


b.) Jon B. comes to the office.


c.) You start spilling the icons of underground hip hop groups.


d.) Bryan gets herpes from eating a Whopper.


e.) All of the above.

It's Fair Time.

Last weekend, we spent a day at the fair to celebrate Jen With One N's Birthday.

The C's and M's were missing..


But eyes, they were-a-plenty.


Larv and Jen getting their henna done. Henna that lasted about 12 hours. I've had temporary tattoos that have lasted longer.



Wonder why?


That's why.


Amelia asked why I wasn't working here.


The Fair's got everything. From posture-pedic beds, to Sham-Wow's, to Russian knick knacks.


We walked outside and saw that the crowds were getting larger, and so were our stomachs.


Chicken, anyone?


We noticed this girl with one of the shirts we gave away as promo last Christmas.


Finally! Seats!


Nick getting hot and heavy into that bratwurst.


Being the avid White Castle fan that I am, I needed to try the deep fried White Castle that Charlie's had on their menu.


$5.75 later, I realized that the burger and I weren't in agreement. It didn't taste like the sliders I've grown to love; it tasted more like batter-fried batter, if that makes any sense. Yuck. I felt so gross afterwards.


I left the fried disgustingness on the table and tried to walk off my nausea. Ran into this kid and wondered, "What the hell are you gonna do when you're bored of it?"


Happy cows come from California.


If you've ever just wanted to eat that block of sculpted cheese, be warned...


Sorry, Melissa.


I'm not sure why I was taking this picture, and not in the pie eating contest myself.




Wonder why you can't sink the hoop on those carnie games? It's cause they're more this than that.


Sure they're supposed to be for feet, but who's to stop me if I wanted to sit down on it?


It's in that extremely homosexual innuendo where I'd like to mention that Tony (Zoot Suit) and Bryan (The Miner) finally show up.


Always the trooper, Bry stuck his head out further to make the picture look better.


Bad Decision.




And if you ever wanted to, you could practice milking a mechanical cow. Sweet!


Time for the pig races. Pretty morbid, don't you think?




What a tease.


Maybe, if I wouldn't have had that burger.


Last ride of the night- Euro Slide!





Then it was off to The Yardhouse for a few drinks. Apparently Jen had one too many, knocking over a few glasses.


After a long day, this is the last thing you want at one in the morning.

San Diaaaaago

As promised, here is my report on the Comic-Con event in San Diego this past weekend. While I'll be posting pictures from Thursday-Friday, my other half will be reporting on the happenings from Friday-Saturday. Make sure to check out both!

We decided to fight the gnarly downtown traffic with our bikes, which ended up helping us out.


The Miner got touched up before the festivities. I dont know about you, but his nipples get all my feathers ruffled.


After meeting the boys for dinner, we headed over to some industry party (I forgot who was hosting). When we rolled up the line was pretty deep, but thanks to the long arm of KidRobot, we got in with no hassles.


Needless to say, it was a fire hazard inside.


After being mobbed by a group of people who took pictures with my shirt, I finally got to Jellybeans from KidRobot Miami, Ace, and Ace's $10 drink.


Then it was off to the MunkyKing/Vinyl Pulse party at this warehouse down the street.


Which was also home to the biggest industrial fan I've ever seen. Definitely kept the party breezy.


Artists had performance pieces going on into the wee hours of the night.



The aforementioned shirt, cocks and all.


Psychobilly x Zoot Suit. Limited edish.


Oversized couches made Ace look like a toddler.


Even the new Soulful Commandoe x New Era cap made an apperance!


Nick describing the overall feel of the evening.


Out front with Sam from NYC, KidRobot, Mason Jar, Soulful, and Chubby Boob.


Walking back to the condo proved heavy.


So heavy that Ace was compelled to do some push-ups.


For whatever reason, the KidRobot condo had stainless steel stairs. After a few drinks, these stairs pretty much spell A-C-C-I-D-E-N-T-A-L S-U-I-C-I-D-E.


Nichole, aka The Baroness, aka One Tough B, aka Sugar Mama, aka Big Girls Don't Cry.


Mason Jar x KidRobot x Chubby Boob x Soulful Commandoe x Vans x Converse x Why Do People Use X's for Collaborations?


The Morning After.





Waking up to the only music we know that helps.


After meeting Jen With One N (who was also in town for business), we met up with the rest of the guys at The Sun Cafe with Gabe (FBC) and Paul XXX. Cheap food, fun times, great stories. Having Paul around reminds me of a time we had in Vegas. Hmm.


Jen and I skipped the convention, and headed for lunch in La Jolla instead.


After a battle with the 5 Freeway, we ended up at Downtown Disney to watch Step Brothers with Amelia, Nick C, and Larisa. Not before we saw this little one jump and jive to the music.


Movie was HILARIOUS, and the dessert that Larv got was divine. Ugh son, what do you know about Beignets.


That'll do it for now, check back soon for Jen's OC Fair wrap-up!