Not Down With HMB
I am not a hateful man, nor am I a one of prejudice, however, I can say without the slightest reservation; I don’t care so much for Half Moon Bay, California. It’s not the pumpkin festivals I don’t like, it’s not that the entire town smells a little bit like fish to me, it’s certainly not the scenery, for Half Moon Bay boasts some beautiful views. I could give two shits for HMB solely because of the entire teenage population that inhabits the Half Crack Basin. You see, it all spawned from a houseparty some time back. Us San Mateo’ians were havin ourselves a fine ol time before Captain Redneck and the barnyard bunch arrived chins bulging with the spittin tobac-ee. I switched into gentlemen mode greeting this alien party-goers with a formal head gesture signifying a “How-do-you-do” it was met with a quick and rather vulgar retort of “Whatever fag.” Before jumbo could empty out his cheek load I was surrounded by pitch-work wielding Half Mooners…Now looking back…I think that not trying to fight was indeed the best decision, if I were brut enough to knock a few pins down I still got the Cletus and his brother to watch out knaw mean? Plus our Russian friend Smirnoff might have played a role in the entire situation. The matter stands. So anyway I bring that up because the other day Joe, Ben & I headed over into enemy territory to look at a automobile canidate for Joe. After sitting in traffic for half an hour because of god damn pumpkin festival we took a gander at the car hopeful, check out the bangin 6 cylinder beast with a family of rats or birds chillin near the nozzle doo-dad and how bout the luxurious interior, too bad for the poor hobo that took a shit and died in it. Good ol Half Moon Bay
On some lighter notes, howza boot some new school shots like showin us how its done, the gals, the pals, the porno stars and the crazy punjabi from Pakistan throwin up Allah knows what.
I listen to Mike Jones, I know who he is, why does he keep giving his phone number out? Mike Jones is lonely.
My shoulder hurts and I am in dire need of some PCP or somethin to alleviate my agony and give me the performing edge over my peers.
– *** The New Photo Gallery Kicks Ass ***
– *** The New Babes Section Is Online ***
– *** New Tracks Added to Radio ***
– NES Micro
– Shark VS Octopus
– Backwards Songs
– Big Stupid Boobs
– The MySpace Hacker
The Shit Dog
Errybody loves Tina right? The bumbling, lovable, deaf, dumb and blind pooch that feeds off the chicken fat and beef lard I sneak in her bowl. Well…Dumb story told: the lil plumper was pinchin her morning loaf on the lawn, followed by her obligatory A-town stomp and dig to throw some grass on her masterpiece as all dogs to. Anyway, she than proceeded to hop in the car, and upon my lap to the schoolward bound morning journey. Five minutes in my nasal cavities catch wind of something foul in the air. A raw, pungent, aroma emanating from that hippo herself. The car was stopped to carry out a closer inspection of the stench. Upon further inspection I noticed to very definite paw prints on my short pants filled and outlined in dark brown, very textured fecal matter. Dog shit. It would seem that the lil turd burgler, in her old, senile age neglected to watch out for her own poo as she was trying to bury it in the many blades of grass that carpet the church lawn. So thats my embarassing story for the day. Love it.
As for my other, far less interest chapter in the greatest story ever told…My computer is still, as my momma would say “shitted up.” My re-conversion to Linux is one that will be shortlived, due to compatibility issues with my processor, the kernel freaks out and the whole system locks up and I am forced to use my moms craptop to post this poop of a post. I figure I’ll jus scrap my box, sell it on craigslist and start anew like I said.
Adhering to the whole “start anew” thing, I have made a resolution to totally revamp the site once I build a new computer. The new version of NBHQ should be predominantly composed of Cascading Style Sheets as opposed to the outdated tabular format that I’ve been using since day one.
What this means to you the viewer :
- – Hella faster load times
– Prettier
– Less strain on slower computers
– Tell Stewie What To Do
– Artist on Acid
– Phoenomenal guitar player, playing double-neck acoustic guitar
– Black Panther Coloring Book
A Candle Lit Goodbye & A Lighter Note
A long day of painful mourning and grieving ended with a tranquil candle lit ceremony at the local safeway where Nick worked. The atmosphere felt upbeat and laughter resounded througout the crowded parking lot rather than the shedding of tears. There were smiles and smirks and pre-sneeze shots. I’m sure the Baron family appreciated the support from the immense crowd, each holding a candle in remembrance of our friend Nick. It’s inspiring to see the compassion displayed by those we love and care about in this time of grief and sorrow. It’s incredible witnessing the vast sea of supporters, unified by our burning lights, raised, guiding lights for our brother, Nicholas Anthony Barron.
Well as a bunch of you already found out, I had a little get together the other day, I have yet to post about the good times because the days following the festivities were plagued with “less the good times” and I felt it would be inapropiate to speak of during these hard times. Not to say that there are no more hard times ahead because of this tragic event that conspired, but I feel that it’s neccesary to restore a sense of normalcy within my viewers; anyway without any further adieu, ( and big words ) I post about my pawty:
Like a true boss, Cahill was the first to show, takin me for a insane little trip in daddies turbo charged Jetta, up and over the humps at speeds that would make your jowls flap. So, he was deserving of unveiling the monsterous 3-foot long sammiches. Than this ‘G’ comes rapping at my chamber door, rockin his pink lady robe and black and mild hangin from his pursed lips…Fantastic! I guess after that people jus kinda multiplied and began consumption process playin video games with hella crazy graphics, and makin me plates which is cool cause a cracka needa eat. So before you could say “Nick-or-ette,” there was already a schmokin section assembled in the patio, and yes I do enjoy saying “patio.” Brett got comfy with my poodle, JoJo sulked over his broken black and mild while dawkness schmoked his black and black. Ruff enjoyed sniffin a whiff of my dirty pillows and Kai got all up in it. Meanwhile, Pinky was nowhere to be found, a search led us outside where we found him, crouched beside a garage talkin all 6’s and 7’s to a gal pal I’m sure. Weird kid. But as I expected, it was damn crackin, the couch was packed and the love was flowin
We then sucked it in and put on our scandilous bikinis and hopped in the wah wah. The chickenfights, the power struggles, the poolside posing twas good times. Brett was made bitch by all, including himself, Ally and Reise’s pieces got hella frisky, Randy musta slept through that. Anyway, a song was sang, candles were blown, and amidst all the hub-bub I raised my arms in excitement only to have both wrists sliced off from the ceiling fan. E+A made my cake look pretty darn disgustering , and so and this looks like a scene out of a german shizzer video, or maybe I’m thinking of something else. Sucked to see everyone leave, but at least we got some fantabulous shots out of it, and this one where i’m looking away, this one of jus the honeys, this more than flattering pic of Meg, the guys and of course, me and the super swimsuit model. The sandwich was good while it lasted.
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– jack white punks some lil bee-hatch-hatch
– A funny video that wont make you barf yourself
The Memorial Shirt
Please give me feedback on the shirt design, even though it’s still in the design stage I would like to finish it as soon as possible so we can begin the distribution process. Hopefully we will not have to charge for the shirts because of the generous donations of friends and family of Nick. Thank you all for your support thus far and for continuing to show support for our fallen friend.