Fire!

Splatterhouse

I don't know a damn thing nor do I care about today's video games. My gaming days ended around 1991 with Turbo Grafx 16 and Splatterhouse, the first with a Parental Advisory sticker. While you and Mario were swimmin' through the shitpipes collecting pennies, I was kicking ass in an evil fucking nightmare.

Nice Beaver.

1961

Zip line!

Zippin' through some blue agave before it's turned to tequila someplace an hour outside of Mazatlan.

Merry Christmas from Torsville!

The Beach Boys. 1964.

Jongewaard's

It doesn't get better.

Neil Sedaka

Beach Brawl

Hencho en 'Merica

Hallows Even

Rutger Hauer

He hasn't kicked this much ass since Blind Fury.

Hawaiian Breakfast Jew

My new morning brew. The Hawaiian Breakfast Jew.

What you'll need:
Hebrew National Hot Dogs(original, not reduced fat)
Large Eggs
Buns
Shredded cheese
Butter
Salt n' Pepper

Grill(bbq) hotdog or fry in pan with butter. Fry egg in butter until over medium. Salt n' pepper egg while in pan after the flip. Open hotdog bun and place in buttery pan until golden brown on outside. Once cooked, place dog on top of egg in bun and add cheese. Serve with rice, grapes and pineapple.

For a "Guilty" Hawaiian Breakfast Jew, wrap dog in bacon. Enjoy!

Rivin'

She runs!

After a year long restoration of my 43 year old boat, I finally took her out for the maiden voyage. Broke in the fresh motor, worked out some minor bugs and all went well. What a blast!

Beachcombin' Dons for groovy tunes...

The Troggs.

Llama

I don't remember when I laughed so hard. This llama had me rolling! At one point a mexican told the llama that he needed to brush his teeth. Then, I swear I read the llama's lips as he mouthed back at the mexican, "Llamas don't brush their teeth. You need to wash your entire family."

Missing In Action.

Fire Academy. Me and my cousin Collin. First two volunteers through the confined space maze. This photo was taken in late Jan/early Feb. I don't even have a subtle smirk right now. When I get out of here in April, brace for impact. Need a little time off for bad behavior.

Filson

I think I'm about to drop a big nut over at Filson.

Club 33

Samhain

The first thing I do when it comes to celebrating Summer's End, and most important, is change out the music in the player. There's a soundtrack for each season in Torsville. Tune in, turn on and freak out...Daddy-O. We've got a wild one on the horizon. I know you can dig it, but will you?

Wings of Desire

Warren Oats

Riv Trippin'

Met up with Ryan and Emily at the River for a four day tour. Aside from the wind it was fun as hell. We found out the coons live in the docks and saw wild donkeys across the water. I watched the Hoff's play some golf and they watched me catch a shit load of fish. I think the count was around 7 or 8 bass and 2 catfish(hooked 3, one got loose), all within a couple hours. Fish are no match for me, it's pretty much a done deal. Emily got a bass up by the dam, but Pistol had no luck all week so he decided to dog out the standup like it was his 5.0 from yesteryear. Bitchin' trip to end the summer. I can feel Fall settling in.