I would hang out with this dude.

I cannot keep the public waiting. At a three to zero vote, more Hot or Not’s wins the poll. Here you go. Hot or NotI did however provide one vote, and presume that Kyle and my mom were the other two. Whatever.

I just returned home from an epic Yukon retrieval mission…I am hoping that 46 ounces (fl.) of V8, 24 ounces (fl.) of Mountain Dew, and 32 ounces (fl.) of Xzude sports drink will relieve me of this fucking headache. Last night was less like this, and more like HatShop and I acting like two Down’s kids. Sorry Kyle. Sorry Bob.

HatShop and I will likely end up shirtless tonight. Watch out.

I hate to have to trump your post JLo, **but there ain’t no party like a search term party! ‘cause a search term party don’t stop!**Whatever. Time has come, though, to let you all know some of the more assinine phrases we have encountered lately. From time to time it seems a person sees fit to fire up Google and enter a string of utter nonsense. “Show me what you are made of, Google.” Google seems to think an appropriate response to these queries is throwing up a middle finger and a link to bouncerblog.com. Thanks Eric Schmidt. Here is your handy work: freemos pizza–mo’ pizza mo’ fun. I checked this one out…we are number five on a google search for this term. Heeeeey! schweitzer fluid–This actually has come up more than once. I find it amusing to picture the poor bolo tie-wearing bastard who so desperately seeks information about Schweitzer fluid that he clicks on “Montana Bouncers in Action” as a last ditch effort. More than once. Plus, after this post, bouncerblog.com will have mentioned Schweitzer fluid three times…you are screwed, buddy. ass story–? ear bar–What bubba keg–There have been a few months where these little guys kept us interested in blogging. Thanks Bubba Kegs. beer bellies–I suppose this is easier to type than “pictures of NateDawg and Bouncer B.O.B hangin’ out”…the capitalization and grammatical marks get to be too much. slegion com–I suspect this was keyed in at the Janes’s compound at around four in the morning. “What’s Griff and Swanny’s website called slegion com?…dot gov?…look, Frank shit on the wall!” cute little rats–Bev and her boyfriend stripper bar bozeman–Josh ass shot–Bev tribute to the hoff–and… brokeback mountain the hoff–I take pride in the inevitable fact that there are some Hoff fansite webmasters seeing a decline in traffic due to my post. Nerds. leather pants–I love ’em too…but you better ask Jeeves. tony roof blog–I wonder if this exists. Maybe you should grab the domain name, ShirtShop, just to be on the safe side. hawaii bar shirtless–see leather pants working on colt .45–This is one of my favorites. I can see two sticky situations:

1. I have only sucked the neck off this bottle of low grade malt liquor and my fellow gang members are about ready to see me puke all over myself, and
2. my god, I can’t believe I knocked back two fortys at lunch…how am I going to get this goddam bank statement reconciled? wwkfd–K Fed is probably checking out my MySpace account right now. We’re tight like that. tweaker daryl–Agggghhhh!!!Show me your conservation license and upland bird stamp!!!Mind if I vaccum out your glove compartment!!! razadecaza–tippy tah dow…sempatow frankie munez shirtless–This is why I decided to put this post together. You sick bastard. I hope you have that image in your head all day too. See ya.

This post is pretty much for John Swanson and Matt Zignego. Look what I found in my hand at the Legion. Sixteen delicious ounces… My favorite Old Style moments were in Wrigley a few years back. Go Cubs! My only other experience involved Ziggy, a hastily made “Fuck Wall Drug” sign, an overnight drive across the Midwest, and an upended chew spitter. Perhaps Zig’s Mom’s Meatloaf CD as well. Go Loaf! I was under the impression that the Rocky Mountain states were out of Old Style’s territory. Maybe this is an omen that ‘06 will be all Cubby Bears.

So Grif, J-Lo, and I all admitted to our spastic tendancies regarding video games. I can aver that I had at least enough class to pick my poisons. Enjoy the video.

Either Kendall or Owen? Shit Grif, at least the two of us have age on our side or we too might have been embarassed by this bad boy. I can eliminate the Budewitz household as the scene of this crime…Biddy would have spent less time throwing gifts and more time arranging them.

Either we are having less fun these days, or we are forgetting to document our antics for the site. I am guessing the later is the case, as per Josh’s blood alcohol test. And this photo. This was the result of Cody, Biddy, NateDawgg, and much PBR hanging out all night a few weekends ago. As far as I can recall, Biddy showed up with Ryan’s clippers, and there you have it. I gave Cody a Mr. T do for a short time…unfortunately my cellular phone photography skills seemed to have been slightly compromised. Anyhow…that is old news. Lets get some content.

First off…I am still unable to locate the correct driver to get my (new) wireless adapter up and running. Don’t hold your breath, but I may soon be blasting around town with a big ass dipole antenna on my roof wardriving. Put that shit on a geek test. Secondly, and perhaps more entertaining to most, I have uploaded some photos to my facebook account. You can check them out w/out logging in here. Jamaica Photos. Grif and I have been spitballing ideas regarding our photo gallery, so this is a quick fix of sorts. Enjoy.