A few weeks ago, a few of the boys at the office had asked the OBEY staff if they wanted to join an indoor soccer league that plays every Thursday evening. Game times vary every week, some being at 8pm and some at 3am, where low lifes try to re-live their dream of being a sports star. Unfortunately, only one person said yes, so we had our human resource department hand select the one's who've been written-up due to no shows at work, and especially those needing to shave off some of that extra gut for insurance purposes. We proudly present The OBEY Fiend Fútbol Club!
Adam drinks his V8 with a lil purple lean.

Hugo Hulk and Toners... wishing they lotioned their ashy-ass knees before the match.




Our head captain, Toothless Lozano trying to whistle to the bacon wrapped hot dog vendor.

Underbite McItow, just realizing the ball's behind him.

Toners, grabbing his imaginary girlfriend's chesticles.

Timmy and Kilzer are too occupied playing with each other, than actually trying to play against the other team.

Then there's Hippert Lisp 69, claiming his limp wrist and awkward run helps him with his aerodynamics.

I hope you "kick it" like Tai Bo, we'll have more photos as the season unwinds.
- Jon