L.A. part deux-deux.
More outtakes from the Fully Flared premiere weekend escapade, whoopity fucking doo!
World record height on this bank to wallride after a sausage fest at Denny’s.
Some dude got up, froggy style.
My hotel pool had endless lines. I was kinda thinking figure eight carve grind the deep puddle to wheeler over the shallow steps to fakie flip noseblizzard through the deathbox.
Fucking Guitar Hero hogs, let a brother touch your controller. No homo! Psyche. No homo is the funniest phrase ever, fucking confused and closeted gayball rappers made it up. Dude, I don’t wanna sound like a queer or nothin’, but that new Dipshit joint is packing some serious fudge in your hairy asshole while rocking a fully beadazzled Liberace robe with a feather boa cherry on top. A small percentage of homo!
Rob and Manny were rubbing shoulders all night with some serious industry dudes. No bromo!
Big sweaty men with broad shoulders in tight little shiny silver pants patting each other on the booty? Sign me up, sugar! Not even the faintest, slightest recognizable trace of even a little homo.
Derone struck a super cute drunken pose at the late night taco spot. No maricon!
Chad was totally stoked to be feeling the long, hard steel of aloha print all up in his eye hole. No mahu!
This dude was rolling around Hollywood passing out flyers and his super fruity CD (no promo) near the In-N-Out. No homo, no homo, animal style. (In case you’re wondering, that was the all new and totally unprecedented Double-Double secret menu no homo I just threw out there.) Apparently, his name is Richard. I do believe the shortened version of Richard is DICK, not RIC, so why does his van say RIC-HARD.COM on the side instead of DICK-HARD.COM? Looks like yet another case of mistaken no homo identity crisis if you ask me. Come on, Richard, come clean, already…IN ANOTHER DUDE’S FACE! 4X4 homo, protein style, extra mustard with grilled onions, in your ass piece. BLAAAOOW!