Category: Classics

Not a Bad Three Days Eh?

Well, I should probably start this post by apologizing to my very important fans, more specifically : Ash’ms, Em and Megan. Lets see now, so much happend since the last school bells wrang, since I scribbled in my last god damned bubble. Last couple days of my Junior Year, I brought my camera snapped ones with my boys and another one throwin up the pinky. Heres one of Mr. Dennis and I depicting our vast heigh differential. One last glimpse at this sexy mofo, one last hoorah with The Murph, one last chuckle as Pat shits himself trying to get 9 tonnes up on the bench, one last sight of Oliver lit off his ass, these pics speak forever though< (103 pics ). Congratulations Class of 2005, you will be missed, we’ll be sure to take care of your school for ya.

Bare with me now, the whole NBHQ Photo Gallery has been beefed up to contain more than ONE THOUSAND photos, more than 200 of which have been added within the last couple of days, so I got a lot to post about ;P. I’ll try to make things as chronologically accurate as my dwindling state of mind allows ( it is now 1:40 A.M. ). Second to last day of school was spent with 3 of my favorite ninja ladies, eatin at my favorite, La fuckin Cumbre, *(Voted All-Time Best Burritos in the World by Me)*, some girls spill on they selves, others get their loones hyked up past they’re titty balls. Either way, there was a whole lot of girl on girl on girl action which might have kinda grossed out Em or…made her turn japanese?. I no know. After burriton consumption, and a car ride, in a car that is very much “the sex”, we were back at Ashleys pad, where Emily bit off a large slab of my ass, it was nasty, Jill couldn’t even watch there was ass chunks and hair everywhere. And then! She had the nerve to yell at me, belleeeee dat? So..unnecessarily long story short, Ashley has a meth lab downstairs, along with a strong liking for Nina Campos and Asuka Cheeba.

Last Day of School, I really wouldn’t know much about cause I dint go. Now if you were to ask what I did instead of sincerely thanking each and every one of my teachers for a fun-filled, fantastic, fabulous, year I visited one hellova beach with, yeh you guessed it, those same, great 3 ladies. That ish was joyous if I do say so myself, they frolicked, they larked and so on. Oh did I mention carried all the equipment essential for boisterous activities? There was a dead bird, we buried the dead bird and gave him a pimpass memorial site. It was pretty hot at the beach, but the wah wah? Cold as my poodles nose, and equally damp. Cold enough to make Ashley shiver and Em shimmer it’s true, girls fear the h20 and have the cooties. Lot more lip action goin on too, and posin and posin more posin and holy cow, another pose struck. Wull sooner than later the boys made their rallying appearance, with Cahill’s pineapple ass behind the wheel. Got our balls out and kept that shit wild style, frisbees were thrown, foosballs caught, and bodies buried. Yep, that much is true, while these lads dug for the good of the Bee Bee Q, everyone else was busy burying me and shaping and reshaping my perky sweater muffins. Shortly after, harnessing herculean=like strength, I busted free of my sandy confines and skipped down into the wah-wah.

From there it was all cartwheels and NBHQ Appreciation time, not to mention pussified attempts at trying to catch a damn frisbee. Some of us brought the party in the little girls room, and that was cool. Meanwhile, Oompy guarded the wiener supply with the poker firmly gripped, oh did I mention Ooompy is a G. John-boy and Sheila came later, which is cool, cause I do enjoy piggy back rides and long meaningful walks on the beach so…that’s a hot combo. Male shot at the table, really cool backshot, and one more throwin up the pinky. Click here to see all the pics from the beach ( 69 pics ).

Same night, well keep in mind that I got a Pinky amount of Pink at the beach so my skin was a little…”tender.” Meg, Ash, Eebs and I went to a show in the city with Nurses, ReeveOliver, Vendetta Red, and Finch. The line damn near wrapped around the block, and inside it was almost as crowded as my teeth! No matter, Vendetta Red really really kicked ass, I think they were my favorite of the night. Reeve was pretty sick too, MAsh took a pic with the dreamy frontman and I got one with “O”. Finch hit the stage and we all got pretty damn close to em, cept for Matt, who was knee deep in mosh. I was tryin my hardest to keep the girls out of the kinetic mass of sweaty flesh that surrounded us, helps to be a big fuck in a crowd, I tell you what. We seriously were pretty damn close, close enough to count the spit bubbles on this guys tongue, I think that dude kinda looks like a lizard, or some other reptile, jus a thought. Anyway, Finch kicked mad ass I liked when the singer did the chicken dance that was neat. If your a fan of close up pictures and / or spit bubbles, Click here to see all the pics of the Finch / Vendetta Red / Nurses / ReeveOliver show ( 30 pics ). By the way, for the love of god, do not wear sandals to a finch concert. So I guess you can say…I left my toenail in Sannnnnn Frannnciscooooooooo

First day of summer the Marauder mobile rolled up on my block, picked me up like that one guy did to that one girl and then broke her choler bone :P. Thanks to Eebs for lettin me use his wicked axe and ampli-muh-fyer to play the music with the likes of Colin crawford, Joe Callhiou or however the ass you spell that ish, and the multitalented Ian Crawford oh and Courtney took great pictures, thanks Miss Walton. Joe ripped this roast beef sammich a new one. Click here to see all the pics from the Jam w/ the Marauders.

Well holy crap I think im almost done, aside from the scenic pics I took at the beach which you should probably look at. Not a bad 3 days eh? This summer is shapin up to kick a lot of well toned ass, and I plan to dip everything in creative juices and jus let that shit simmer for a bit. Oh and I do plan on gettin a new layout up before July (hopefully). Other than that, I’ll try update more pages, and keep listenin to the NBHQ Radio I add tracks to that thing all the time. Celebrate bitches.
J M M

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Teenage Mutant Turtle Prank Callers

My phone rings, 6:00 PM on Wednesday, I dish out the standard “Hello?” and in return this little tiny voice peeps out: “Do you have my turtle?” Curiosity takes hold and I inquire to know more about the missing turtle in question. The faint voice(s) tells me the turtles name is “Myrtle”, and has this name engraved on his shell…Thankfully this narrowed down the search criteria and yielded much hope for the discovery and safe return of Myrtle the turtle. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve gotten my fair share of phone conversations like this, but this one had me THOROUGHLY perplexed. To make matters even more bewhildering, after our 14-minute talk came to an end and I went out and came back only to find this on my doorstep. How bout that eh?

It’s been a most bountiful week to say the least, Monday came, Wednesday Came, and Friday definately came. As you can tell, the featured photo has been updated; that’d be Pinky when we went to Micky Dee’s the other day and he consumed about 1/3 of an entire cow and washed it all down with the McChode sized water beverage.

I mentioned goin to Tower last weekend or something and pickin up some radder than rad posters; well heres the ali one, pretty badass to say the least, Ali kicks your ass. And, damn near equivalent in ass-kicking factor we have the Zeppelin one right next to Robert Marley. Pretty sweet eh? My goal is to get my walls almost completely covered while complying to local fire hazard safety regulations ;).

Added a couple of Videos today, the first being Doyle briefly doing “The Robot” in the middle of class which I predict will soon be a classic. You can download that one here 4.6 MB. The other video is one I’ve been meaning to upload for some time now, surely you all remember Shrek the lovable plus-sized daredevil who slowly rises at the oppurtunity to pound down some nasty ass, old, nasty ass, warm and nasty ass lemonade…anyway download that shit Here 6.8 MB. Remember, you can still download the old videos here.

If you’ve noticed the gradual cutting back of affiliates / plugs on the right side of the page, it’s only because all the fuckin sites seem to be dyin out a rapid ass pace. What the ass is goin on? If you have a decent site, e-mail me if you wanna swap links, use any of theseto link me back and I will surely do the same, tryin to get this ish back in motion okay?

Saturday night will soon be upon thee and I intent to snap some shots mmmkay? Stay up and keep on keepin my friends and accomplaces. Anyone down to followin me down to the Rose Parade? 😉

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Spring Break ’05

Oh how I missed you all so very much! Spring break set a new standard for what is “the shit” and what quite frankly…no longer is. Example? beer pong is the shit, bobbing for diet A&W inna tub full of ice…no longer is. But I’ll get back to that..Now how many of you can say that you and your buddy fuckin tripped it a buncha hours and even more miles to Cal Poly to stay wiff his brudda and his frat fellas? Cause…I can say that. Musta been about five or six hours my ass was lucky enough to plop down on Eebsies heated, reclinable, leather seats in his smooth sailin vehicle. Ten CD’s and two Double-Doubles later we arrived at the SAE house and were greeted with quite a view not to mention this chilled out herbivore that goes by Grant. Lotta shallow days and hollow night spent at this pad, video games were played, bombass steak was eaten, and Eebs and I both got to know Brooke the dog. Oh yeh, they had a goat in the backyard too. AND an outside couch that pictures were takin on, hell, Eebs got one in as well. That’s really all the photos my conscience will permit me to put up, we got reps to uphold knaw mean? Let the imagination soar on that one 😉

Onwards to Santa Barbara, home of the sexy ass beaches and very laid back bicycle riders (as oxymoronic as that sounds). There we stayed with Eeb’s sister, in her amazin abode that she was inhabited by her fellow sorority sisses. They didn’t have a goat or anything but they get to walk in their backyard every morning and look out onto this. Santa Barbara seems to be a hellova place, did I mention the beaches?

Now..me and Matty boy got down jus about every night but our biggest night had to be the Santa Barbara Houseparty…It went like this: two keggers chilled by Mr. Kegorater, mucho sausage, females looked like they were facing extinction cause I only saw a couple, and by a couple I mean one and two. I forgot to catch anyones name at that fiesta..but by the end of the night they had all heard of Brady and Eebs, the rugby playing Yale students visiting family in Santa Barbara. I made buddy buddies with terminator, these guys, jesus, these bias, shit man, even made frisky with Eebs himself. I duwanna list anymore peopole so I wont. Few hours into the wild and crazy rumpus we departed and made our many unfaltering steps down the street, past the bob marley house, stopped so Eebs could water a bush, and took a picture mid-sneeze. 4:30 rocked and rolled around, our bellies ready to foam back up any minute, so we fell asleep in the car. End of story. Morals? Park close.

Got home last night and took immediate advantage of my newfound bronzey glow and headed over to my ol pal Sasha’s, she’s the one who was rockin the soda filled ice tub, dint stay too long, in fact…I kinda jacked some of her guests and brought em back to my place for popcorn and lemonade. Room was pretty full but we made do. Natalie made an appearance too, with her busted ass cholar bone. Buncha the ladies threw together some flyass fan signs, Melissa made one, Natalie did one, and even this girl did one (whos name escapes me..)

Oh by the way did you happen to notice the April Fools MySpace page? Eh, eh? :D. Good junk eh? Jeez some of you fools take some shit hella seriously, I got about four assloads of e-mails from my most concerned of viewers and angered bias who swore to never come back to NBHQ and even some creepy emo fools who wanted to swap pics. Ixnay on the emo trash, thanks anyways. Love and peace sweethearts.

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