Fun
The works of BG are being featured exclusively on this site, by the Southwest Florida Smoking Circle. Here we have two, one of a kind Tooty doodles. Upon hearing of Tooty's playing on Michelle, BG took advatage of his hurt ego and made these amusing pictures. Note the amount of shame felt by each Tooty character in the drawings. We are also featuring a doodle of fat Amber, on the anti-Amber page.
February, 2001 at Lerae's house.(That's some crazy s*@#!)
| Hey New York cop! What's your favorite type of lunch meat? | ||
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| Fish...Preferably tuuuna. | It's Neo and Morpheus! | Shtuuop tehakinggg pickktturesz! |
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| Hahahahahaha.....hahahahahaha! | Creestor the all knowing, the all wise. | My camera amazingly caught exactly what my eyes were seeing that night. |
April 7, 2001 - This weekend had it's good times and it's bad times. Buffet...good, beach...bad. As you can guess, our hunger needed some serious relief, so we went to the China Buffet. There was the largest collection of appetites at our table that night. We definately go our money's worth. Brillo Brett went for the kill and ate the most expensive items on the menu, while those of us with the munchies just ate our weight to make up for the difference. Prior to that, Andrew gave us a lesson in gar manufacturing, and oddly enought nobody in the circle but BG and I got messed up that night. The biggest mistake was going to the beach. Not only did it take forever to get there, we didn't do anything but go to McDonalds once we were there. We didn't even meet PharmaClay or Crazy Will before leaving. The good thing though is that we had a better time the next night. We drove out into the middle of the woods for a keg, only to have everyone leave 15 minutes after we got there. But wouldn't it be just like us to stay there 10 minutes longer. I can't believe Nick the Dick couldn't get high on the gar we were all smoking from. But he didn't, and he had to roll another one. We finally decided to go to PharmaClay's house, but Nick the Dick was going slow in the trucks only lane, so we couldn't have too much fun in the dirt. At the house, Kara didn't hold up to her bet at ping-pong and wouldn't take her shirt off, even after Nick the Dick beat her five times. Will turned himself into a fountain with the beer bong. After Creestor lifted it over his head, he gulped down most of it. But I could see the pressure building in his mouth, and his throat reversed flow, spraying beer everywhere. It was just like a disaster movie where something exploads and every one gets startled and runs away. That all for this week...