Friday, October 9, 2009


I'd imagine that if there was a heaven, nana's hot dogs would be right outside the gate, to the left, serving up heaven in a bun.


ever wonder why midwesterners are so huge?


my little/big bro trevor and his little girl ashley...


pop-tarts and cell phones


my brother derek - hell bent on going down with the ship... I hate that he's going back to the middle east.


the chicago meat tower


went all the way to evanston for sid to see the rough cut of the flick I'm working on and he fell asleep in the middle of it... hehehe.


this is jen starr, tour guide extraordinaire for mike dianas plaster cast penis...


and this is some wallpaper jen had hanging at her place.


so we took the penis out for a bite...


we brought it to kuma's corner for a burger and a beer.


they, the folks running kumas made us put the cock cast away... funny, a death/black metal burger joint took offense to the lil prick.


Mr. Hinty and Dan Schlissel from Stand Up! Records fame.


it was cool to see dan work, recording a comedy cd is work you know.


dan was there recording comedian Brendon Burns - who was funny but he hates on lenny bruce so that sort of strips away some credibility for me.


the actual shirt from the super troopers movie... the broken lizard comedy troupe was appearing the same night as mr. burns.

1 Comments:

Anonymous amy bugbee said...

Absolutely beautiful photos!
Looks like you are having a great time, and on a side note, that lil' Ashley is some beauty!
Miss you,
Amy

October 10, 2009 at 4:53 PM  

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