Showing posts with label Poor Life Choices. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poor Life Choices. Show all posts

Saturday, May 22, 2010

2nd Annual Joose Day



Last year I brought Baby Zeus to this.

That was actually not a bad move.

After he played in water all day I had to take him home because he was getting pretty tuckered out.

Had I not done that I probably would have ended up in jail or gotten shot.

I've seen a lot of parties in my life, but these Seattle motherfuckers just take it to another level.

You're welcome to come, but don't say I didn't warn you.

Friday, February 5, 2010

It's Fucking Lacao Time



Gonna go check out Lil Al's big show tonight.

What does that have to do with him lip singing the intro to Perfect Strangers?

Nothing really.

Party.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Catsploitation Show Feb 5th

Alex Lacao's CATSPLOITATION from PHEED on Vimeo.



Baby Al has another show this time at Moksha on the ave on February 5th from 8 - 11pm.

All joking aside even if I didn't know the wreck that is Alex I would still post his art up here. All analog homie. No dip dibby digital ting in here. Dude's portfolio consists entirely of construction paper and glue sticks.

Shot and cut by Pheed.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Joose Day

Going against my better judgment I decided to attend Joose Day with Baby Zeus. It was actually quite tame and it turns out there was a full on water park right there that Lenox played in for nearly 3 hours.



You ain't never thizzed? Where you from, Squaresville?



Look at these little guys. How could you not want to be 4 again?



We all hope this man never breeds. Lord knows he loves "practicing."



Nick Set Byrd Gang ppprrrrraaaaaapppppppppp!!!



The last thing a rape victim sees before they die.



Joose Bros.



Ice cream song starts bumping and Bradley goes running. Look at him, practically salivating at the thought of getting his greasy mitts on a Astro Pop.



Water melon.



High fives.



These assh*les were at Cal Anderson Park earlier in the day. Hey! This ain't Quebec you f*ckin loons. Go do your Cirque De So Lame crap somewhere else and stop harshing my mellow.



This was an lcd menu for the hot dog cart outside the War Room. You know the one I speak of. It's the one that turns what you think is a great late night snack into painful diarrhea the next morning also known as "Bud Butt".

Monday, May 4, 2009

SD or 1904

Juts got back to Seattle from a little quick trip to my home town of SD. I got to hang with the fam and friends, eat, paint, and the whole nine.



My best friend Carly. You wouldn't know it from looking at her, but she's tougher than a coffin nail.



Eating sushi outside of Southern California is pointless. Well, besides in that Japan country or whatever.



I went and hung out at Street Machine and came across this John Cardiel deck. It works for me because of my not so "secret" obsession with voluptuous Jamaican women. Me love all dem fat p*ssy gals.



Flipping through look books I came across what has to be one of the best skate deck designs I've seen in a long time. It's a bad picture, but it says Alien vs. Predator with Wacko and E.T. Game over!



I went to Armory just in time for a shipment of paint. It's been a long time since I've held a can of Montana in my hand. I've gotten so use to Rusto it's ridiculous. I almost prefer American brands in some weird way. Thanks to King Diesel for the homie price. I can't tell you what he charges me because you'd cry like a little puta.



Every trip. Every blog post. It's Phil's BBQ. It's that good.



Fifi Boy and his old lady came out. Peep the Arabic Crass tee. Vicious.



SK8MAFIA ad at Street Machine. Can SK8Mafia please get themselves a decent designer please? Is it too much to ask?



Ape's B-Day thingy. I hate house music.



Just put your lips together and blow.



Nick in a k-hole.



You a pothead Focker?



Why do ugly people make out so hard on the dancefloor? Go back to Fugly Manor with your horse faced wench and do that shiz.



Speaking of ugly, Step Brothers Part 2.



It's not what you think. She just thinks I'm number one.



Billy and I have been playing the "Your Team" game for a while now, but it's now starting to become a phenomenon everywhere I go. The rules are simple: when you spot a kook of some kind you call out "your team" or "chur boy" or "team leader." This egregious violator is on Taylor's Team. He also got team mated with some dude rockin fingerless work out gloves and a Member's Only jacket with the skinny jeans. Not good Tay.



Nick practically had a whole new show's worth of paintings since I last saw him.



Hand painted cigar boxes with felt lining.



Bears are a bigger threat to this country than Al Queda and Swine Flu combined. Fact.



Nick's Team Photo.



Ed Templeton drew this for Nick when he was in high school. It needs to be a tee graphic. It reads "I can't wait to shop in the mall my favorite thing to do is spend money."




Tina Turner by Anonymous.



This is my shout out to Poor Life Choices



Nick has Italian Playboys next to his shitter sorry "crapier".



Faces of Death.



I call this one "Dog With Hat".



Weird.



Pot and Grand Theft Auto seshy. Ya braaaahhhhhhhhh!



Write big.



Or go home.

Shouts to Rondo. Liked this one so much I had to do it twice.



At the 19th Hole Breakfast Spot. I was blinded by my Seattle tan obviously.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Poor Life Choices



I almost forgot to mention the PLC in my new additions to SDTW post. For those outside of Seattle it may not hold the same importance, but it is still a good hoot even if you don't know the criminals/victims/perpetrators in the pictures.

Poor Life Choices is the brainchild of Phillip Pheed. Pheed's other blog is mostly about eating food and design/video projects he does, but PLC is a whole other beast.

We all make Poor Life Choices, but to see them documented back to back, day in and day out, is really eye opening.

On PLC you will see unedited debauchery in all it's finest. I pray to whatever god you believe in that I do not end up on the site because it will probably mean that I will be serving time in County.

For those who dare bookmark PLC:

Poor Life Choices