The weekend has come and gone. Sorry to all of you who couldn't make our little party. It was a good time. Well, until fate struck again, that is. It was Saturday and apparently Saturday means I get hurt. I have not been struck by lightning, shot, or broken any bones, yet, but here's a quick impression of me:

Yeah, that's right, I set myself on fire. Drunken inspiration + Bacardi 151 + poor fire breathing technique = Greg slapping the shit out of me to put out the pretty blue flames on my neck. He saved my life, but I am still stupid.

On to way cooler stuff. In case you missed it, check out theses smoochie bootchies (60 MB).

For the impatient:


Before I go, I leave you with this important message: