Can you check train times for me bro?

ya dude. here: http://mbta.com/schedules_and_maps/rail/lines/?route=NBRYROCK

Classic women sitting courtside....

"Ohhh heyyyy. ya I'm courtside at the Celtics Magic game paying no attention to the game itself....just texting. the whole time"

Man that really grinds me gears. You have these seats that average men would literally KILL for but here you and your girl friend are with those seats - balls deep in your blackberry. When will ticket sellers wake up and sell exclusively to men, and or, women with large tits?

Here's some other screen shots i grabbed the other week that barstool sports though weren't blog worthy....

That picture

This is one picture that just gets better every time you see it. Classic – the uniqueness, the setting, the scenario, the action, the preparedness, the complete unpreparedness, the douchiness, the awesomeness – look at that picture. Minute ago I finished skimming through my pictures and found some classics that were tucked away amongst the 790+ documents I have in my Pictures folders, listed into sub-folders like: “Old Phone” “Phone” “Dean 07-08” “Random shit” “Jaunt” “shit” “other shit”. My pictures file is so fucking random and so fucking awesome.

I’m sure everyone has a good amount of pictures on their computers or in REAL albums – and facebook albums named after quotes from that night - skim through them and I’m sure you’ll find your “n1244040999_30969678_924819” or the picture more commonly referred to as the picture where Daves cleaning and Dans being an ass in the back ground right before graduation and moments away from having Dave’s parents come upstairs to take him home and help move out…the picture above….that picture where the shark bite wrappers are all over the table.. Yaaa that one.

check out other random gems I found on my computer and don’t judge me.

(wad up isbellas 6'ft sub to snack on for da super bowl)

("oh look, its lake chequawambabdbdbadldkfklsd;ldaf right there - right here")

Click picture to see in IMAX levels

(this was obviously on dean.moodle.stuff's portal for about three months)

(screen shot - come in tokyo)

("can you hear me...now")

(this pictures totally not the back round on my phone)

 

(heidi...chill)

(it was free so there was no question)

(ya. the green wristband)

 

 (what did i say before about not judging me. its funny)

(michael phelps - what tiiiime is it)

TO BE CONTINUED....obviously

...posting more pictures. not the Soprano's. It's over. Find a new show.

A view from the top

(click pictures to see in IMAX levels)

More here:

http://files.kavefish.com/pictures/collections/pictures_from_the_sky/_index-list.html

If it's the sky you like:

http://forspaciousskiesblog.blogspot.com/

The highest of holidays

Judging by everyone’s constant updated facebook statues about 420 I'm sure you all had a great day. As for myself, I spent the hours between 9am - 6pm in class yesterday. No break. Yuck.


Awesome 420 right? Believe it or not it was. Things took a turn for the better around 1:30pm - my media class got out thirty minutes earlier on account no one was there nor listening as usual. I figured with the thirty minute block of time between early dismissal and my next class I could either A) go eat lunch or B) go walk through the Boston common where I knew for sure shit was getting blazed up.

Quick decision.

With that I sprinted across a busy Tremont street (ok I waited for the cross walk) and into the common. It was a damn near perfect day weather wise as proof by the pictures sprinkled amongst this post.

As I got closer and closer to the epicenter of the common - it hit me. That invisible aroma triggered my senses. A lite breeze turned the common into a weedstank melting pot and I was getting the sloopy seconds with no complaints.

Walking up the steep incline I reached the highest point in the commons (pun absolutely intended).

People were out in force smoking bowls and blunts like the shit was going out of style. I stood there and contemplated asking the group of six or so Mexican thug cartel ring leaders if I could get a drag on their gorilla finger sized blizz.

On second thought I decided to scan the commons below for someone I knew. The whole time I was there I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

People coming to the epicenter from all corners of the globe - pulling blunts out of the air and lighting them up in front of little kids and park rangers. I started laughing because of this settings absolute ridiculous. To add to the insanity, I spotted a merry-go-round in the middle of everything. Obviously. All this happiness and second hand-i-ness made me hungry so I reverted back to plan A) go eat lunch.

Does this cup cake mixed with soft serve royal raspberry topped with sprinkles look like a meal I'd eat on 420? Well the answer is yuuuup and just wait.

A few more hours and one more class till I was clear for lift off. Over in mission hill my co-pilot on this day, DJ, waited patiently at the launch site for my arrival. Class 2-5:45. Teacher brought snacks. Dude knew what was up. After class, I made my way over to the sketchy ass orange line via the sketchy ass Chinatown stop to sketchy ass Roxbury crossing. Quick walk from there and I was at the launch site. Couple jays and a ghetto “time travel machine” and we were ready to go. Raj couldn’t believe the contraption I had assembled so he came along for the voyage. Marathon Dave, DJ Addy, and Ayyiiii stood out on the porch

 It was epic.

Back inside for a couple rounds of Super Smash and Goldeneye then it was on to trying to spot Izzy at the Celtics game. Didn’t take long to spot him amongst the crowd. Sick seats bro.

(can you spot Izzy?)

Since the Celtics game was a complete fuck – a clinic from Ray Ray, we decided the “spot Izzy game” was far more exciting. To top off my 420 me and DJ destroyed a soup kitchens worth of rations.

 Switching in-between the Celtics and sox we managed to land on NESN just in time to see Darnell McDonald put one off the bottom of the monster for the walk off. A successful 420 indeed.

(oh there he is. gaahttt him - very top left)

Big green

Twins

Prank lyfe

With today being April fools and all (if you couldn't tell from this day in history below) I couldn't help but notice the lack of pranks taking place. Nothing out of the ordinary.

No one running up to me with a bloody knife, no cups of water on the ground, no calling in bomb threats, no white powder on the door knobs, no head-less horseman riding down the street. Where are all the jokers at?

Granted I typically forget about April fools day because I'm too busy being an asshole every other 364 days of the year.

Personally, I made it 1 year and 2 months at Dean without getting written up  - then the dogs got let out and I got cited five times in the next couple of months eventually leading me to tell Dean to suck my dick.

After sucking my dick they asked if I would give the commencement speech and again I told them to suck - but I gave the speech anyway.

Dean Liiife

Shut up BING

week of March 21-28, 2010

 bing. google. homepage. who do you got?

Too cool

Does this look like a kid who thinks he's too cool to be a fan of Deez on facebook???

Well it is. What the fuck Eddy - sack up and join the club.

And if you havn't joined the club get on that so you don't look like this kid 

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/pages/Deez-Blogz/107649712598530

Domesticated Buddies

A friend who can't speak is usually referred to as incompetent or shitfaced. A best friend who can't talk at all you call your best friend. No I'm not talking humans or That Kid; I'm talking about our domesticated animal friends


I love pets of all kinds. They are like moving pieces of furniture that warmly greet every time you return home. Whether its coming back from grocery shopping or from a overseas vacation, their nose is in your crotch with in the seconds you come through the door. It’s not until you have awesome animals that you’re able to see how lame other people’s animals are (I.e. That Kid's dog Tucker, jills cats, and Curt’s cat Taffy)

These animals almost seem to lack the incentive to be awesome. Instead of being LIKE pieces of furniture, their lameness makes them into ACTUAL pieces of furniture. But Instead of being able to sit on them you have to feed them and walk them.

I have logged many years worth of experience around AWESOME animals - tom (third down) and harry (R.I.P h - second down), my cousin's dogs Gunner(top, top) and Chewy (top, bottom), Max, Sabrina’s cat zoey which is the coolest cat in Allston, Metal Kitty (bottom) the former coolest cat in Allston, Ben’s dog SAAAANDY, duke, major and roscoe, Dave’s cat Rocky, ect.

Instead of being pieces of bitching furniture, these animals take center stage in the room. They provided entertainment and joy, something truly special from a creature that has no fucking idea what's going on.

Now, is it the persons fault if their animal is lame? Not really.

Is it the ownersfault if they don't remind their pet just how lame they really are everyday? Yes.

It should be said directly to the animal’s face every day that they suck-hard. This is the scarlet letter amongst domesticated friends.

(i put the cat video ontop of the dogs video on purpose....)

Stoopfestbro '10 documentation

It's a good thing i got a camera on my phone or else we'd be fucked as far as documentation goes.