Halloween's a corky lil diddy for us Americans, and last year, i had the opportunity to attend a Halloween party in London. Their perception of our coveted holiday was a bit weird... I went as a scuba diver, along with Dan as a woman, and jon as Carl Winslow from Family Matters. Well, when we got to the jump off, everybody, and i mean everybody just had blood and makeup on, wearing their regular clothes. Now I would've clowned on em, but there was just so many of em. So we actually ended the night being clowned on with no ladies to bring back to the flat. boo...
This year is different tho... We're in the good ol' U.S. of A. and god damnit, this shit's OK! Yesterday, I had to stop by Shepard's office to snap a few pics for an editorial in Staf Mag. Lot's of things happening at Studio Number One...
Thanks to Ernie and Phil for the help yesterday. Your weird relationship towards each other works, no on prop 8. Also, I met this dude Spencer who apparently is the little baby on the Nirvana Nevermind album cover. how weird... but welcome aboard, my man. He's now officially our Stencil Dude.
So, after work, Pubes and I had a craving for some greasy ass funnel cakes and fresh strawberry jam. Where else, but Knotts Berry Farm? Hi Toe!
Oooh.. we meet again.... I want to buy you sooo bad. Whoever the owner is, i'll give you 15k for it... and throw in a bill murray cut-out. Shit's sew tite...
Be carefull this weekend, and stay away from the weird, generic candy. Shit'll make you croak, son!
Got home pretty late, and found Chris, OD'ing on that purp.
And Belle, cleaning up the evidence...
PARTY!!!
















































































































