click-it or ticket?

how to take care of an expensive lamp that belongs to the man writing your paycheck

weird yo

i discovered this on my last day of work:

i remember weird al, i mean, who doesn't? i guess i just never thought about him actually playing live shows. like who were the people that actually spent money to see him mock perfectly good songs? imeanreally...

MoHo

its short for mortorhome, pervs. here's what we do in it:


photobooth!



ew. i don't wanna take a starbucks order.



hellz yeah! no one wanted any, whoo-hoo!

breakFAST

or get none. below is an example of what happens when you get sent on a run during breakfast. you come back to a rock hard burrito. deelish!

oh, and i must mention that it was prepared by this woman:

in case you weren't aware, sometimes being a reality television star only gets you naked. then you end up as crafty on low budget commercials. true story.

honda vs. nissan

who's spot is it now bitch?

<3

now please go out and spend lots of money on the "special someone" that you treat like shit the rest of the year :)

phat

actually FAT is more like it. so i got this awesome new job for the next couple of weeks. my office is directly across the street from the beach, the hours are cake, the pay is great, and they pay for all my meals. this is where i'm running into trouble. i can't seem to bring myself to eat healthy because i can order whatever i want. why would i order a salad when i can get the burrito? this is no good. see below:



the latest one pound addition to my ass.