what happened to your queer party friends?

ten days of perfect tunes

who could blame her if she's sleeping?

eastbound-n-down

love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket

if kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch, i'd always be broke / i'd never have no motherfuckin endo to smoke

i want to interlude in the nude

a necklace made of pharaohs' bones

nosy people get it too

Franklin flooded. Tyler took photos.

when i come to y'all hood y'all watch my back / and when you come to inglewood i'ma front you a sack

building the dream with elevators in it

"all your money will be wasted on beer and cabs"


snitch mobile!
probably not going to montreal
cracka


~first night on handicam~

-next day




fuck yeah!
pj ladd spot

-we want to find a place with a shower
what you find in a motel room that costs 30/hr
what you find in a motel room that costs 30/hr
fun!
about to eat the worst meal of our lives in the most depressing restaurant i've visited
kfc sells out. it stands for something unAmerican
finally. we can read a stop sign.

these three shots in thimble form are about the equivalent of one at the fish

the bar had a miniramp! and accepted our $$$$s

HOW TO OWN CANADA

-Hey, do you take real money? (flash Benjamin)
-Non.
-Oh, so you want this play money? (drop random unAmerican bills on counter)
-Oui.
-I can't wait to vote for McCain in the election.


blame canada

apparently this plastic biodegrades

good food for a change
what up babe
asap
duty flee
this is showing how cigarettes make your dick limp
psst
they record both your motions and speech on video!!!!

the customs dudes were dicks. they didn't believe we were american. in canada they let us watch while they searched the car. in america they didn't let us watch and when we got back we noticed marks all along the passenger side of the car that we hadn't seen before. the dude who was questioning us hated me because i was laughing the whole time. he asked me what was funny and i didn't respond. he asked me if i wore my tshirt in front of my parents. i told him i hadn't seen my parents since i'd been given it. he gave me my shit back and then i put it in my flannel pocket. then he asked me what was in my pocket. i told him it was the things he just examined and then dared him to call me out on it. he let me go.
god bless america
both her cheeks and breasts protrude
fuck yeah, back to the land of cheap gas. 84 dollar canadian fillups are doint.
yeah!
yes!

~then to beatrice~