I am not often confused with a Sureno, but apparently I was last night. Nothing like fighting your way into a gang in a basement bar… Fortunately, I rolled into the only Norteño unable to dispatch an ass-whoopin on a 165 pound homeboy with a bunch of math tats. Score: XIV neck tatto, 0 110010110 bicep tatto, 0 Draw.

The McCone Co. Slammer back in action! I can say that I have been at the Crystal after close. I cannot say that I have ever attempted to Ninja Kick! air in the Crystal after close, or upon doing so plunge awkwardly towards a pool table. Cory J. is one hell of a bartender; Sgt. Lucas is one hell of a cinematographer.

So, the Dirty L has karaoke every Wednesday night, and it is goddamn horrible. Observe This shit-head tries to swoon the ladies with his rendition of “Pony” by Ginuine. Normally I would not really think twice about this garbage, but this guy bribed the DJ (KJ?) a few bucks to get the last song of the night. Good work dude. As you can imagine, Casanova went home solo.

Hands down, Astronaut Jones is my favorite SNL skit. Enjoy.

Dirty Legion…ladies room…B.O.B. Steve Knevel and I

Good stuff. I guess I missed the memo… B.O.B. is rocking a sweet goatee while Steve is ‘stached up.

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