So everyones had a week to digest and reflect on the night that was and in that time I've been trying to gather all the pictures taken from the moustache party - and have had little success. I have about half of the pics so far.
Since I've been facing heat over having not posted anything yet photo-wise I have put up a very very rough version of what I hope the photo site will be by the time I get all the media I need.
The site has a totally random assortment of pics right now and it will be updated again and sorted out in the next couple days.
There are a lot of people I still need pics of and for now there may seem to be overkill of certain photos, but thats only because I don't have everything yet.
I haven't even put captions to the photos.
But all in good time.
For the moment get your fix by surfing on over to http://www.freewebs.com/facebush
This is the picture site address and its where you need to go to check all media from the party.
I'm also working on video clips but don't know if thats gonna work or not yet.
If you want a complete set of pics from the night, a couple photos in particular, have pics you want to contribute or want to contact me for any reason like those mentioned just drop me a line at kris_narine@yahoo.com or kris_narine@hotmail.com.
I'll update the blog again when I've sorted out the photo site to let you know. Otherwise check in every now and then to see if its been updated.
K-
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
Directions to the Cougars Den
To quote the late great Ian Curtis: "This is the way, step inside...."
Location:1 Valhalla Inn Road (Highway 427 & Burnhamthorpe Rd.) Toronto, Ontario, Canada M9B 1S9 Tel: (416) 239-2391 Fax: (416) 239-8764 Toll Free: 1-800-268-2500
Since people from different groups and locations will be showing up I have no idea how we're going to co-ordinate a pre-chill so your best bet is to stay in touch with people throughout the day to see whats what, but no matter what be at the club for around 10:30pm.Don't show up late cause the live band (5th Ave.) only goes for so long and they shut down at 2 prompt.Feel free to call me if you want but since I'm probably gonna get flooded with calls your best bet might be to call someone else you know is coming to get info.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Heart of Darkness
Absolute power corrupts absolutely.
As Christopher Reynolds shows us in today's informative and historically broad discursive, the power of the moustache can be wielded for good but also evil.
Lets now take a look into the dark heart of the awesome power we have embraced in our journey to manhood and use this post as a reminder of what might happen should we stray from our righteous paths.
Enjoy.
From Reynolds:
I have noticed that a lot of the posts on this blog seem to flaunt the manhood and personal experiences of the stache, but no one has really dipped into the dark history of the stache.
Many evil people throughout history have worn a moustache. Examples include…
Adolf Hitler
As Christopher Reynolds shows us in today's informative and historically broad discursive, the power of the moustache can be wielded for good but also evil.
Lets now take a look into the dark heart of the awesome power we have embraced in our journey to manhood and use this post as a reminder of what might happen should we stray from our righteous paths.
Enjoy.
From Reynolds:
I have noticed that a lot of the posts on this blog seem to flaunt the manhood and personal experiences of the stache, but no one has really dipped into the dark history of the stache.
Many evil people throughout history have worn a moustache. Examples include…
Adolf Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Genghis Kahn
Sadam Hussein
Yosemite Sam
Pablo Escobar
Rance Mulliniks
At first glace these men seem very different. One man might be hell bent on getting that no good darn Rabbit, while another man might have controlled a drug empire that spanned the entire Andes Mountains. A few of these men might have been possessed with taking over the world, but cant come close to 35 consecutive at bats without a single hit. But one thing all of these men do have in common is the Stache and an unprecedented level of evilness.
When I first thought of this yesterday I could not believe how many truly evil people throughout history were adorned with a moustache. When trying to make the same example with “Good People” I could only think of Albert Einstein, Martin Luther King Jr, and Fred McGriff.
What is it about evil people that possess them to wear the Stache? Or does the Stache make them evil? In the case of Adolf Hitler, he began wearing his Stache right about the time he started making anti-Semitical speeches to Beer Halls in Munchen. Stalin was always known to adorn a Moustache which must have led to his rise in the Communist Party in the USSR. Yosemite Sam has always had a moustache and has always been evil as far as I can remember. Pablo Escobar (like most Columbian men) was in fact born with a moustache and was most likely born evil (like most Columbian men).
But I believe the best explanation of why these figures throughout History adorned Moustaches is because it gets peoples attention. It shows the rest of the world that these people are serious mother fuckers that mean business.
Lets take a modern day example. Kim Jong Il vs. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
When I first thought of this yesterday I could not believe how many truly evil people throughout history were adorned with a moustache. When trying to make the same example with “Good People” I could only think of Albert Einstein, Martin Luther King Jr, and Fred McGriff.
What is it about evil people that possess them to wear the Stache? Or does the Stache make them evil? In the case of Adolf Hitler, he began wearing his Stache right about the time he started making anti-Semitical speeches to Beer Halls in Munchen. Stalin was always known to adorn a Moustache which must have led to his rise in the Communist Party in the USSR. Yosemite Sam has always had a moustache and has always been evil as far as I can remember. Pablo Escobar (like most Columbian men) was in fact born with a moustache and was most likely born evil (like most Columbian men).
But I believe the best explanation of why these figures throughout History adorned Moustaches is because it gets peoples attention. It shows the rest of the world that these people are serious mother fuckers that mean business.
Lets take a modern day example. Kim Jong Il vs. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
North Korea has Nukes, they have tested them and are hell bent on going to war with the States. But is this threat serious? NO. Do you take this guy seriously? If you met Kim Jong Ill in an alley would you be afraid? I wouldn’t be afraid of that guy if he was driving a Monster Truck with an AK 47. But I bet your opinion would change if you saw some bad ass Korean Mo Fo with a Foo Man Choo wouldn’t yah!
Iran does not have Nukes… they have been trying for decades to make nukes but due to the incompetence of their programs they have not been able to make one. But is Iran a threat? They weren’t until a man of the Stache was elected their leader. We take their threats very seriously because this asshole looks like some crazy somabitch with a mission to kick some Isreali/Yankee ass!
I have heard a lot of complaints from this board saying that “They work in a bank” or “Work in the food services” and can therefore not grow a Stache. I think that this might be due to your sessile like past in which you adorned no facial hair. Those years of having no facial hair have beaten you into a mouse. They question your motives and will tell you to not grow a Stache not because they are offended by your facial hair, but just because they have told you to do so many things in the past that did not make any sense and you agreed with them. I have suffered this same fate myself for to many years. Do me a favour. Take a stand! Take a stand for your manhood and decision making abilities. The upper echelons of society are filled with decision makers, not intelligent people. Remember that, and remember you made a choice to grow a Stache. People don’t take you seriously, and they don’t have confidence in your decision making abilities. A man of the Stache commands respect no matter how incompetent he may be. I have noticed this week that people are now paying attention to me when I talk at meetings. I have now noticed that stupid suggestions are now being implemented into policy. I feel as though my stock is rising and it has nothing to do with brighter decisions, charming anecdotes, or the way I convey my message. I am thoroughly convinced it has something to do with the Stache.
Finally… to explain Rance Mulliniks and how he fits in to this whole argument. How is it that a man that consistently blew goats at third base remained on the team when Kelly Gruber came on board? How is it that a man that consistently was the worst member in the Blue Jays batting lineup was not traded? How was this failure able to win two World Series off the coat tails of two great teams? The answer is in the Stache. (note: the same argument holds true for Ringo Star)
I now know the power of the dark side, and to tell you the truth… I think its kinda cool.
See you on FRIDAY my Brotherhood of the Stache!
Christopher Reynolds
Energy Savings Group
Iran does not have Nukes… they have been trying for decades to make nukes but due to the incompetence of their programs they have not been able to make one. But is Iran a threat? They weren’t until a man of the Stache was elected their leader. We take their threats very seriously because this asshole looks like some crazy somabitch with a mission to kick some Isreali/Yankee ass!
I have heard a lot of complaints from this board saying that “They work in a bank” or “Work in the food services” and can therefore not grow a Stache. I think that this might be due to your sessile like past in which you adorned no facial hair. Those years of having no facial hair have beaten you into a mouse. They question your motives and will tell you to not grow a Stache not because they are offended by your facial hair, but just because they have told you to do so many things in the past that did not make any sense and you agreed with them. I have suffered this same fate myself for to many years. Do me a favour. Take a stand! Take a stand for your manhood and decision making abilities. The upper echelons of society are filled with decision makers, not intelligent people. Remember that, and remember you made a choice to grow a Stache. People don’t take you seriously, and they don’t have confidence in your decision making abilities. A man of the Stache commands respect no matter how incompetent he may be. I have noticed this week that people are now paying attention to me when I talk at meetings. I have now noticed that stupid suggestions are now being implemented into policy. I feel as though my stock is rising and it has nothing to do with brighter decisions, charming anecdotes, or the way I convey my message. I am thoroughly convinced it has something to do with the Stache.
Finally… to explain Rance Mulliniks and how he fits in to this whole argument. How is it that a man that consistently blew goats at third base remained on the team when Kelly Gruber came on board? How is it that a man that consistently was the worst member in the Blue Jays batting lineup was not traded? How was this failure able to win two World Series off the coat tails of two great teams? The answer is in the Stache. (note: the same argument holds true for Ringo Star)
I now know the power of the dark side, and to tell you the truth… I think its kinda cool.
See you on FRIDAY my Brotherhood of the Stache!
Christopher Reynolds
Energy Savings Group
Wind Down
As we enter the home stretch it seems as though everyone's ready to pat each other on the ass and say 'good game'. And why not? Why not be sentimental about something as deep as what we have experienced in the last while?
Those who have been in it from the beginning have nothing to prove to anyone anymore. You now have a permanent place at the table of men, much like Jack Nicholson who seems to always be invited to the Oscars even in years when he doesn't make a movie. Rest assured that you will always and forever be men.
Those who weren't in it from the beginning but brought strength to the scene also deserve their due. Sometimes its not about where you start but where you finish.
And to those who "work in a bank", I apologize for inconveniencing your pussy lifestyle with my manly request. I sincerely hope you didn't sprain your vagina while half-assing your way through this man-tastic event.
To the men: It's been all that and then some.
Don't believe me? Just ask Luis...
From Luis:
Ron, I was inspired by your post. Its great. I really didn’t think the group of guys would go this far, this deep into the scheme. With the hair this thick and considering the group of gentlemen involved, this even tests the Cal Ripken study by Bill. It’s pretty weird to say, but you honestly do look at the world differently when you’ve got thick hair on your face. Even the guys bearing just countable hairs show off a strong sense of position. People look at you and just know where you stand. Forget the Thai take out tonight honey, make me steak woman.
Don’t get me wrong, this shit really does test your manhood. At times I turn my neck and I feel like I’m getting stabbed by a million raging fire aunts and I think “FOR WHAT?!” Just a couple swipes with the braun and everything’s manageable. But no, I won’t do it. I’m going ice fishing tomorrow and only two things are keeping me warm. A bottle of 10yr Napoleon and this beard. So coming down to the last stretch, don’t let the banks tell you how to live. Don’t let the rash you gave your gf deter you. Man up and let it grow.
On that note, I think everyone should contribute to this webpage as well. These posts crack me up.
In the great words of a blind Pacino…
“Hoooaah” (Possibly the manliest thing to say).
Those who have been in it from the beginning have nothing to prove to anyone anymore. You now have a permanent place at the table of men, much like Jack Nicholson who seems to always be invited to the Oscars even in years when he doesn't make a movie. Rest assured that you will always and forever be men.
Those who weren't in it from the beginning but brought strength to the scene also deserve their due. Sometimes its not about where you start but where you finish.
And to those who "work in a bank", I apologize for inconveniencing your pussy lifestyle with my manly request. I sincerely hope you didn't sprain your vagina while half-assing your way through this man-tastic event.
To the men: It's been all that and then some.
Don't believe me? Just ask Luis...
From Luis:
Ron, I was inspired by your post. Its great. I really didn’t think the group of guys would go this far, this deep into the scheme. With the hair this thick and considering the group of gentlemen involved, this even tests the Cal Ripken study by Bill. It’s pretty weird to say, but you honestly do look at the world differently when you’ve got thick hair on your face. Even the guys bearing just countable hairs show off a strong sense of position. People look at you and just know where you stand. Forget the Thai take out tonight honey, make me steak woman.
Don’t get me wrong, this shit really does test your manhood. At times I turn my neck and I feel like I’m getting stabbed by a million raging fire aunts and I think “FOR WHAT?!” Just a couple swipes with the braun and everything’s manageable. But no, I won’t do it. I’m going ice fishing tomorrow and only two things are keeping me warm. A bottle of 10yr Napoleon and this beard. So coming down to the last stretch, don’t let the banks tell you how to live. Don’t let the rash you gave your gf deter you. Man up and let it grow.
On that note, I think everyone should contribute to this webpage as well. These posts crack me up.
In the great words of a blind Pacino…
“Hoooaah” (Possibly the manliest thing to say).
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Ron 3:16
I'm pretty sure Ron hired the guy who wrote the description on the back of the Final Fantasy video game to do this piece for him.
Nevertheless - the point is clear: Will we allow in-fighting and betrayal from within our own ranks to tear us apart like the Jackson 5 ? Or will we realize the bigger picture and put ego aside to reach collective glory like the Eagles when they re-formed for the 'Hell Freezes Over' tour?
Behold a gripping and epic post that asks all men the simple question - do you really want to be Tito Jackson??
The nature of glory is revealed only to he who can realize that he is not separate, but instead one with his brother.
Also, "there is no 'I' in team".
Enjoy
From Ron:
It is February 6th, 2007. As we approach the eleventh hour, the odyssey of Facebush 2007 unfolds, stopping for no man, granting no quarter and expecting none in return. Those of us courageous souls who have answered the call of bravery and triumph have endured untold hardships and suffered torturous tribulations that would annihilate lesser men; still we forge ahead, undaunted, heads held high, moustaches preened and bristling with glory. Not since the emancipation of the black man or the exodus of the Israelites from Egypt have men been united under a banner of brotherhood so strong, so magnificent in its scope. United and bound, our commitment and sacrifice is a staggering testament to manhood, one that shall outlive all of the creations of men and gods alike.
…But all is not well.
In recent days, it has become fashionable for some among us to heap disdain and mockery upon our brethren. Under the guise of "competition", men have been stabbing their fellows with the knives of guilt and repression, and crimson rivers of blood course through the streets. But even as our hands are stained red by this treachery, there must be those among us who are brave enough to stand up to their oppressors and shout their defiance for all to hear.
In these cruel and dark times, feminists, emo-boys and the unscrupulous denizens of Church Street prowl that shadowy hinterland where manhood ends and chaos begins, ravenously seeking out any trace of masculinity and quashing it with ghastly pleasure. In these unspeakable times, men are made to feel as boys with every Fall Out Boy music video they see, with every pink shirt they don, with every swipe of that vile nemesis of manhood – the razor. But even in the face of these encroaching hordes, inconceivably and with so little time left, some of our brothers have called our moustaches into question for their authenticity and adequacy! Why must we attack each other in this way, my brothers-in-arms? This crucial time is one where our unity and steadfastness must shine like a second sun against the evil darkness of non-men! If you prick us, do we not bleed?
I call upon you all, my hirsute brothers, to stand together, arms locked in the spirit of unity, and revel in the pride of your moustaches. We must recognize even the most fair-skinned and fair-haired among us for their effort. Let disdain not be the cause of the day, but instead let exaltation and congratulation rule. We must all be commended, any of us who have shown dedication to the cause. All of our moustaches, from the barely discernable peach-fuzz to the bristling, unchecked overgrowth of moustache supremacy, should be extolled unto the heavens.
But let the treachery of fools and weaklings not go unpunished: He who shows his brethren the weakness of compliance with the outside world; He whose irresponsibility and lack of foresight left him clean-shaven and cast out from the fold; He who poisons and mocks his brethren even as their moustaches inch slowly outward. Let the souls of these treasonous rogues burn for eternity in the 9th circle of hell, for they are not our brothers.
I call upon you now to display to the throngs the power of men united as one. Let them tremble and quake in terror, for we are triumphant!
I submit to you that if a man hasn't discovered something he will die for, he isn't fit to live.
Martin Luther King Jr.,
Nevertheless - the point is clear: Will we allow in-fighting and betrayal from within our own ranks to tear us apart like the Jackson 5 ? Or will we realize the bigger picture and put ego aside to reach collective glory like the Eagles when they re-formed for the 'Hell Freezes Over' tour?
Behold a gripping and epic post that asks all men the simple question - do you really want to be Tito Jackson??
The nature of glory is revealed only to he who can realize that he is not separate, but instead one with his brother.
Also, "there is no 'I' in team".
Enjoy
From Ron:
It is February 6th, 2007. As we approach the eleventh hour, the odyssey of Facebush 2007 unfolds, stopping for no man, granting no quarter and expecting none in return. Those of us courageous souls who have answered the call of bravery and triumph have endured untold hardships and suffered torturous tribulations that would annihilate lesser men; still we forge ahead, undaunted, heads held high, moustaches preened and bristling with glory. Not since the emancipation of the black man or the exodus of the Israelites from Egypt have men been united under a banner of brotherhood so strong, so magnificent in its scope. United and bound, our commitment and sacrifice is a staggering testament to manhood, one that shall outlive all of the creations of men and gods alike.
…But all is not well.
In recent days, it has become fashionable for some among us to heap disdain and mockery upon our brethren. Under the guise of "competition", men have been stabbing their fellows with the knives of guilt and repression, and crimson rivers of blood course through the streets. But even as our hands are stained red by this treachery, there must be those among us who are brave enough to stand up to their oppressors and shout their defiance for all to hear.
In these cruel and dark times, feminists, emo-boys and the unscrupulous denizens of Church Street prowl that shadowy hinterland where manhood ends and chaos begins, ravenously seeking out any trace of masculinity and quashing it with ghastly pleasure. In these unspeakable times, men are made to feel as boys with every Fall Out Boy music video they see, with every pink shirt they don, with every swipe of that vile nemesis of manhood – the razor. But even in the face of these encroaching hordes, inconceivably and with so little time left, some of our brothers have called our moustaches into question for their authenticity and adequacy! Why must we attack each other in this way, my brothers-in-arms? This crucial time is one where our unity and steadfastness must shine like a second sun against the evil darkness of non-men! If you prick us, do we not bleed?
I call upon you all, my hirsute brothers, to stand together, arms locked in the spirit of unity, and revel in the pride of your moustaches. We must recognize even the most fair-skinned and fair-haired among us for their effort. Let disdain not be the cause of the day, but instead let exaltation and congratulation rule. We must all be commended, any of us who have shown dedication to the cause. All of our moustaches, from the barely discernable peach-fuzz to the bristling, unchecked overgrowth of moustache supremacy, should be extolled unto the heavens.
But let the treachery of fools and weaklings not go unpunished: He who shows his brethren the weakness of compliance with the outside world; He whose irresponsibility and lack of foresight left him clean-shaven and cast out from the fold; He who poisons and mocks his brethren even as their moustaches inch slowly outward. Let the souls of these treasonous rogues burn for eternity in the 9th circle of hell, for they are not our brothers.
I call upon you now to display to the throngs the power of men united as one. Let them tremble and quake in terror, for we are triumphant!
I submit to you that if a man hasn't discovered something he will die for, he isn't fit to live.
Martin Luther King Jr.,
Monday, February 05, 2007
The Look of Love
A few days ago I hit rock bottom.
Dealing with close to three weeks of raw, untamed growth my personal appearance sunk to an all time low as did my confidence. I am happy to report that I have dealt with this and at no point did I ever even for a second consider shaving.
To quote the Wu-Tang Clan (or was it Paris Hilton?) : "death before dishonour".
At my lowest I was considering hosting a facial hair support meeting open to all the brothers involved that might have been having similar troubles. It would've been a AA style affair although instead of introducing ourselves by announcing how many days we've been sober we'd instead announce how many days it has been since we last shaved.
"Hi, my name is Krissen and it's been 20 days since I've touched a razor...."
Since my low I am happy to report things have taken a huge turn for the better. I have overcome my social anxieties and no longer care about the opinon of others or fear judgment because of my facial hair. Unlike many who have chosen to maintain a presentable appearance by trimming and shaping their facial hair throughout this experience I have simply and completely let go and have done nothing at all to stop natures master plan.
Because of this my experience has been very Fight Club-esque. I am proud of myself and all of my fellow space monkeys. Although many won't believe me when I say this, I swear I am a more enlightened person today than I was before this experience began. Living with my beard is no longer something I judge in terms of good or bad, there are just days that are more strange and new than others.
Some of the stranger moments that have occurred over recent weeks:
- I used shampoo and conditioner on my face for the first time ever a few days ago. My beard was becoming hard to manage and a few of the longer hairs on my chin and cheek area were starting to develop split ends. I usedPantene shampoo and conditioner following the instructions to 'lather, rinse and repeat' and found that it greatly improved the quality of my facial hair. The hair on my face was much softer and more manageable and it was much easier to pass the mini-beard comb through even the most dense areas of growth. On top of this my beard maintained excellent volume and shine and on the whole seemed quite healthy.
- I woke up the other day and randomly found pornography next to where I was sleeping. I did not put it there myself, it was not there before I went to sleep and I am absolutely positive I never purchased it. I just woke upand it was there. Pornography.
More specifically - it was a copy of "Penthouse Variations", which if you're familiar with porn is the much more perverted version of the regular Penthouse magazine. It is full of stroke stories like "watching my wife with her young hot stud". Furthermore it is pocket sized for those who need porn on the go.
I have no idea how a copy of this magazine found its way into my house, yet alone my room. I can only assume that when you have a beard stuff like this just happens.
Found: One copy of Penthouse Variations.
- Recently I have been taking many breaks at work to go to the men's room to stare at my facial hair. I do this anywhere from 8 to 12 times a day for about 5 mins. a shot. If you do the math that's a full hour of my work day. While staring at my beard in the mirror I often stroke my face, check closeup for new sprouting hairs mixed in with the longer thicker veterans, use my hands to block off certain areas of my face helping me to visualize what I will look like with a moustache...but most of all - I have been practicing and perfecting 'looks'.
These are faces that I will make when I have my moustache to give me a rugged and perverted appearance. Today I was practicing my signature look when a co-worker walked in on me. It was very embarassing at first but then I realized that he was a pussy and continued to work on my look even though he could plainly see what I was doing.
My signature look:
My signature look combines the menacing lip curl of Billy Idol with the facial hair look of your average pervert. In its full glory staring at "the look" is much like fixing your gaze directly at the sun. I am actually convinced you can be blinded by its awesomeness. Whie "the look" is a powerful tool capable of turning on women of all ages and backgrounds it is especially potent when used against the cougar. In fact I would liken using "the look" on a cougar to lighting a match in an oilfield. The results can be just as deadly.
While I have not perfected "the look" yet myself (its a complex learning process), using advanced computer technology I have created a simulation of what "the look" will hopefully resemble come party night:
Anyways the countdown is on and there are only 4 more days left.
I want to send love and respect to all the brothers who are participating, but especially to those who have stood side by side with me since day 1.
Off the top of my head this means: Ryan, Nick, Ron, Eddie, Piggy, Goose, Reynolds, Mike, John Ginobs, Bill (I'm pretty sure), Merks and Angelo. I also know that Luis and Pagonis would've been there from day 1 had they had the proper notice. If I forgot to mention you here and you are a day 1 soldier I apologize, but remember that above all its not about having your name listed or getting credit or even having sex with a 40 something woman in the stall of the men's room at the Mermaid Lounge. Its about being as much of a man on the outside as you are on the inside and for that we all salute you.
K-
T-minus 4 and counting.
Role Call pt.2
I'd have an easier time tracking down an original copy of the bible than getting all the guys to send me in photos, so what we have here is a random assortment of whoever I've seen over the last couple days. With only 4 days left these should give you a good idea of what sleaze is to come on my birthday night.
Hide your Aunts.
K-
Jon Jon - when I asked him "where's your moustache" he was like "dude I work at a bank".
Softer than me making love to your mother while listening to Sade.
Le Pig - still doesn't even know that we're all growing moustaches together for a party. this is just how he's livin'.
Goose - can't wait til his girlfriend will let him go down on her again - (feb.10).
Ginobili - believe it or not he started on Day 1
Luig - posing it up at Da Best (just north of Lakeshore on Hwy.10). He was having sex with one of his 17 year old employees in the back when I showed up but took time to pose for this pic and bake me a calzone. What a guy.
Nick - direct quote: (speaking about the party) "I will eat asshole before the night is over".
Reynolds - Is this really Reynolds or a picture of someone's dad getting ready to shovel the driveway? wtf.
Eddie - things you would not know about Eddie from this picture:
1) He has a job
2) He is a father (son is just over a year old)
3) He has a job (!).
Ron - was the odds on favourite in the opinion of many but has fallen by the wayside to the likes of Piggy. Was it overconfidence? Lack of preparation?...I'd put down at 5-1 that he's been waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat screaming "what the fuck!!!" for the last week.
Horse - direct quote from Horse circa 1999: "If she's even brave enough to take it to court then its your word against hers".
Wisdom.
Greener - Just happy to be here.
Hide your Aunts.
K-
Jon Jon - when I asked him "where's your moustache" he was like "dude I work at a bank".
Softer than me making love to your mother while listening to Sade.
Le Pig - still doesn't even know that we're all growing moustaches together for a party. this is just how he's livin'.
Goose - can't wait til his girlfriend will let him go down on her again - (feb.10).
Ginobili - believe it or not he started on Day 1
Luig - posing it up at Da Best (just north of Lakeshore on Hwy.10). He was having sex with one of his 17 year old employees in the back when I showed up but took time to pose for this pic and bake me a calzone. What a guy.
Nick - direct quote: (speaking about the party) "I will eat asshole before the night is over".
Reynolds - Is this really Reynolds or a picture of someone's dad getting ready to shovel the driveway? wtf.
Eddie - things you would not know about Eddie from this picture:
1) He has a job
2) He is a father (son is just over a year old)
3) He has a job (!).
Ron - was the odds on favourite in the opinion of many but has fallen by the wayside to the likes of Piggy. Was it overconfidence? Lack of preparation?...I'd put down at 5-1 that he's been waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat screaming "what the fuck!!!" for the last week.
Horse - direct quote from Horse circa 1999: "If she's even brave enough to take it to court then its your word against hers".
Wisdom.
Greener - Just happy to be here.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Time Is Money
I don't even need to set this up.
If you were wondering where the Ryan/Luis saga would play out, the answer according to Luis is 'not on this blog'. In his reply to Ryan's retaliation e-mail Luis lets the world know that if they want to feel the heat the only way its gonna happen is over a slice at his pizza shop.
It seems my musings on war have had an effect.
Enjoy.
From Luis:
Stache Puberty
I love it. Like a newborn baby, looks like I slapped Greener into manhood. Just as I may add, I slapped the winning goal top shelf after Crosbying the ball through his legs a few weeks back.
Let me start off by saying I never intended to cause any grief with my entry. I just wanted to use a perfect example of what having facial hair is not about and that happened to be Ryan's post. Nonetheless, I’m glad our little Green studied my post and went through a puberty-like stage in his life. He wrote with bite. But pinch my skin quicker and deeper boy.
As you grow older you realize you just don’t have the time to waste. Like writing and rewriting a perfectly thought out retaliation post. But maybe your stache was “growing” these last few days as you thought hard about how you were going to try to deface my perfect manhood. So I’m happy for you. Just maybe, your manhood is HAPPENING.
As for me, I don’t get fazed by any of your “heat”. You want heat you come by my shop (Da Best Pizza Co. Just N of Lakeshore on Hwy 10). I got 500 degrees to cook all your Kwai Chang, dyke eating, stereotype bullshit.
And still serve you on a paper plate for $5 with a pop.
I can’t take time out of my busy pizza making day to write stuff like this. I grudgingly have to take time out of my sleep. On that note, anybody feel free to come by the shop this week and witness some coarse manhood at work. I’ll serve you up a slice and some more verbal hood on why Greeners still maturing.
-Luis
If you were wondering where the Ryan/Luis saga would play out, the answer according to Luis is 'not on this blog'. In his reply to Ryan's retaliation e-mail Luis lets the world know that if they want to feel the heat the only way its gonna happen is over a slice at his pizza shop.
It seems my musings on war have had an effect.
Enjoy.
From Luis:
Stache Puberty
I love it. Like a newborn baby, looks like I slapped Greener into manhood. Just as I may add, I slapped the winning goal top shelf after Crosbying the ball through his legs a few weeks back.
Let me start off by saying I never intended to cause any grief with my entry. I just wanted to use a perfect example of what having facial hair is not about and that happened to be Ryan's post. Nonetheless, I’m glad our little Green studied my post and went through a puberty-like stage in his life. He wrote with bite. But pinch my skin quicker and deeper boy.
As you grow older you realize you just don’t have the time to waste. Like writing and rewriting a perfectly thought out retaliation post. But maybe your stache was “growing” these last few days as you thought hard about how you were going to try to deface my perfect manhood. So I’m happy for you. Just maybe, your manhood is HAPPENING.
As for me, I don’t get fazed by any of your “heat”. You want heat you come by my shop (Da Best Pizza Co. Just N of Lakeshore on Hwy 10). I got 500 degrees to cook all your Kwai Chang, dyke eating, stereotype bullshit.
And still serve you on a paper plate for $5 with a pop.
I can’t take time out of my busy pizza making day to write stuff like this. I grudgingly have to take time out of my sleep. On that note, anybody feel free to come by the shop this week and witness some coarse manhood at work. I’ll serve you up a slice and some more verbal hood on why Greeners still maturing.
-Luis
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
...Absolutely Nothing!! Say it Again....
Okay so shit just got heavy tonight when I received the following e-mail from Green. It's a retaliation piece against Luis' "It Happens" post in which Luis had not only a word or two for Green but a couple left over for his family too.
Now unless you count the fact I always had an uncanny certainty that neither Milli nor Vanilli were actually singing in their onstage performances - I'm not psychic.
I however can forsee this verbal feud escalating with the kind of speed only before seen in the Anchorman news-team streetfight.
But before anyone has their arm lopped off or goes running around with a live grenade I ask both Luis and Green to take a moment and consider the words of philosopher/musician Edwin Starr:
Ooooh, war, huh. Good God y'all. What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing!
Say it again.
Heavy.
As always, Enjoy
From Ryan 'My Son' Green:
The Warning
* if you haven't read Luis' piece "It Happens" then I suggest you read it before reading this.
First and foremost I would like to say 'no offense' Luis. Apparently according to your piece I can say that, and anything I write aftewards can be excused. Secondly, making a huge deal out of growing a moustache is "the big joke". Realistically growing a three week old stache isn't going to thrust us into manhood***. So why knowing this, would you make fun of someone who is more or less poking fun at himself? tsk tsk. Apparently your sense of humor matches your mediocre ball hockey skills. I have to admit though, it is admirable that you would take the time out of your busy day of putting pizzas into ovens to look on the internet and regurgitate some hot lines about Chuck Norris that somebody else wrote in order to defend him.
OOOOHHHH! Burn job on me!
Because of you I now feel I have the responsibility to dispel some of the rumors about your mystical boyfriend. He is not invincible nor is he the glorious man you fantasize about when you're having sex with Abbas. There are three things that can send Chuck running in fear:
My step fathers partial goatee, your mothers full grown goatee and Kwai Chang Caine from Kung Fu the legend continues. Chuck Norris does not have a roundhouse kick hiding in his beard nor did he count to infinity twice. He's a 65 year old has been with a lackluster movie career. In fact this is what he looks like now...
* note picture does not actually depict Chuck Norris
So someone tell Chuck and this pizza flipping Italian stereotype that I give more thorough tongue lashings than a dyke eating out her girlfriend. Causing a war with words only means you'll get burnt because the fire I spit burns hotter then your lust for Chuck, Luis. But one lesson can be learned from all this... I didn't type these insults, they just happened.
Greener aka Top Shotta, God MC
*** editors note: I fully disagree with this and expect to be twice the man I was prior to growing a moustache upon successfully achieving my goal. In fact in a way I have already become more of a man; since I have stopped shaving my penis has grown a full 1/2 inch. Honest.
****amendment to editors note: with regards to the claims I have made above - I just realized that the tip end of the ruler I use to measure my penis has been cleanly broken off and so my penis has not in fact grown, the broken ruler has simply created the illusion of such. I apologize to all those who were looking forward to similar results.
Now unless you count the fact I always had an uncanny certainty that neither Milli nor Vanilli were actually singing in their onstage performances - I'm not psychic.
I however can forsee this verbal feud escalating with the kind of speed only before seen in the Anchorman news-team streetfight.
But before anyone has their arm lopped off or goes running around with a live grenade I ask both Luis and Green to take a moment and consider the words of philosopher/musician Edwin Starr:
Ooooh, war, huh. Good God y'all. What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing!
Say it again.
Heavy.
As always, Enjoy
From Ryan 'My Son' Green:
The Warning
* if you haven't read Luis' piece "It Happens" then I suggest you read it before reading this.
First and foremost I would like to say 'no offense' Luis. Apparently according to your piece I can say that, and anything I write aftewards can be excused. Secondly, making a huge deal out of growing a moustache is "the big joke". Realistically growing a three week old stache isn't going to thrust us into manhood***. So why knowing this, would you make fun of someone who is more or less poking fun at himself? tsk tsk. Apparently your sense of humor matches your mediocre ball hockey skills. I have to admit though, it is admirable that you would take the time out of your busy day of putting pizzas into ovens to look on the internet and regurgitate some hot lines about Chuck Norris that somebody else wrote in order to defend him.
OOOOHHHH! Burn job on me!
Because of you I now feel I have the responsibility to dispel some of the rumors about your mystical boyfriend. He is not invincible nor is he the glorious man you fantasize about when you're having sex with Abbas. There are three things that can send Chuck running in fear:
My step fathers partial goatee, your mothers full grown goatee and Kwai Chang Caine from Kung Fu the legend continues. Chuck Norris does not have a roundhouse kick hiding in his beard nor did he count to infinity twice. He's a 65 year old has been with a lackluster movie career. In fact this is what he looks like now...
* note picture does not actually depict Chuck Norris
So someone tell Chuck and this pizza flipping Italian stereotype that I give more thorough tongue lashings than a dyke eating out her girlfriend. Causing a war with words only means you'll get burnt because the fire I spit burns hotter then your lust for Chuck, Luis. But one lesson can be learned from all this... I didn't type these insults, they just happened.
Greener aka Top Shotta, God MC
*** editors note: I fully disagree with this and expect to be twice the man I was prior to growing a moustache upon successfully achieving my goal. In fact in a way I have already become more of a man; since I have stopped shaving my penis has grown a full 1/2 inch. Honest.
****amendment to editors note: with regards to the claims I have made above - I just realized that the tip end of the ruler I use to measure my penis has been cleanly broken off and so my penis has not in fact grown, the broken ruler has simply created the illusion of such. I apologize to all those who were looking forward to similar results.
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