After a successful dismount, I gave the
crowd a "white-guy thumbs-up."
Oh sure it may look like a bird, but it was
quite obvious that it was a North Korean
spy. Yes, they do taste like chicken even
without syrup.
This was my J.C. Penny's catalog
pose. If only it had been for the
underwear page. Sigh...
The weather in Inglewood was absolutely
beautiful. I think I shall vacation there
frequently.
It saddens me that I ruined this delicious
picture with my retarded face in the
background. Chicago Pizza is like baked crack.
After she presented me
with a check for Best
Umbrella, I beat her
unmercifully and rode
away on her cow.
I had to go to a chiropractor after this shot was
taken.
Waiting for the train that
never came. That guy in front
of me kept farting.
No one knew what this giant reflective ball thing
was, so everyone kept taking pictures of it. But
then, clowns jumped out of it and tried to tickle
everyone.
The Jive-Turkeys: Ted Mac, a cop, some transient,
Lang and Bennie.
Even my nose-hairs are
sexy.
I asked city officials to put MY face up there. I
was escorted off the property immediately. Wait
until I tell Jesse Jackson about this.
Hmmmm, I could probably do
my nude version of
"Flashdance" waaay before
they're able to  effectively
pepper-spray me.