Hello, and welcome to my homepage. My name is Ulrich Haarbürste and I like to write stories about Roy Orbison being wrapped up in cling-film.

I decided to make December awesome. This is how to do it:

• Yesterday I climbed Lone Pine Peak with John, at 12,933' the highest either of us have been. The Class 2 slog up a 1500' sand/scree chute was harder than just about any hike I've ever done. Imagine climbing a quarter-mile-high sand dune, populated with rocks from gravel to Volkswagen-sized, ( Read more... )

Famous, baby. Almost entirely factually incorrect, but famous. Those electronics? Yeah. That's me (and Justin, of course).

Nerd pride.

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Last night I saw a guy dressed as Louis XIV do a striptease... on a pogo stick.

Just before two midgets dressed as goats fought a ring full of strippers.

Top that.

I spent all afternoon yesterday lounging poolside at a three-million-dollar hilltop Camarillo mansion, watching the sunset with two beautiful, wealthy blonde girls in bikinis, sipping good champagne. Dozens of hummingbirds flitted between hyacinths as we watched aircraft landing at the airport, two miles down into the valley. And that was just the ( Read more... )

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