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These photos encompass at least three months worth of stuff. That is, these photos cover some of the weird, wild, positive and negative things that happened last quarter at UCSC. I also have photos of what I have been up to since I got home.
Let's start with UCSC stuff.
Here's my friend Natalie who has the most amazing paisley dress I've ever seen. I wish it was a shirt and not a dress so I could get one like it. Damn, why don't they make funky non polyester multicolored clothing for men?
Roar!
Here are some of my friends incredibly "faded."
Here's a close up of that poster in the background.
Uber cheese!
Now I wasn't the only one dressed for funk, as a matter of fact, my friend Sam looked better than I did.
There was so much good alcohol there, that even Gumby got fucked up.
He got so fucked up, that he thought Pokey was a woman.
Here's Andy coming back from a mustache party. This man is one of the most charasmatic people I've met.
Here's Ruji at the Space Glam party at Clay St. They're trying to stop the aliens from sucking their brains. I made a tin foil hat too, but to protect myself from the Goy Aliens, I wore a tin foil yarmulke.
Here's Aztek flipping me off. His real name is Diego. He asks to be called Aztek. I don't call him Aztek because it's the name of a great Native American tribe. I call him Aztek because it's the name of a car that looks like a piece of LEGO.
Here's Aztek trying to get with these two girls.
Here's one of those girls looking crunked and one of those girls looking happy after talking with Aztek. 50/50 ain't bad.
Speaking of crunked...
Here's Eduardo exhausted after driving down Highway 151.
And here's a man just asking to have a large penis drawn on his face.
Somebody really misses the beeping device that only allowed people with Porter ID cards to get into their apartment complex. It's such a sad picture.
Before I get into that though, I want to show you all how to make the Fuzzy Salad.
First, you take about 1-2 oz of fresh artichokes.
Then, you top them off with chopped black olives. If you use whole black olives, or green olives you'll ruin the amazing texture and taste that composes the Fuzzy Salad.
Next, you add some tomatoes. Note that the tomatoes should be no larger than the ones in this bowl.
Top it off with a bed of spinach because spinach has almost every substance your body needs in a day.
And last, but not least, you top it off with balsamic vinagrette. Not because it's healthy, but because there's enough vinegar and tangy flavor to wake anyone up at any time of day.
Going back to the more important aspects of the dining hall. Here's a deformed waffle.
Here's a boat a friend of mine made from stuff from the fruits and veggies section.
Here are my homies Judith, Max, and I forget the guys name in the middle. Max worked at KFC for a while. He claimed to have come home every night all greased up. He even mentioned that one day, a man looking like the Colonel came to KFC. He had the same face, but different clothing. I asked Max if the Colonel said anything blatently racist. Unfortunately, he didn't.
There was a French theme for one of the college nights. And they had a very pretty ice sculpture of the Eiffel Tower.
But what was even more beautiful was this.
A White Chocolate Foundue machine.
Now although this last photo was taken before halloween, it still deserves to be up here.
The funny thing is I found this sticker not at UCSC, but at the San Jose Airport. That tells you something about Nor Cal and pot.
This guy had the best drunk facial expressions I had ever seen! Too bad I couldn't get more photos. I ran out of memory.
Stupid hippies think they can eat any mushroom they find! Hahahahahahahaha!
Thank you Colleges 9, 10 and Cafe Revolution for one of the best nights I ever had. Thank you too Jason for the additional photos.
With some Trader Joe's alcohol brands, the name says it all.
Others make one question...
Things like how did David Lee Roth get a brand of wine named after him?
"Come to EURO Itchy And Scratchy Land! Please, my kittens need wine."
Last we have wine for hippies.
And wine for Jews.
Here the lens is spun at one angle.
And here the lens is spun at another.
That's about everything from Santa Cruz that I felt like posting. On to L.A. photos from when I came home.
Here's Adam in his ever classy phesbian attire.
First, James smokes a flat spliff.
Then he hits himself in the balls while trying to use the broom as an air guitar. Do the two events have anything to do with eachother? You tell me.
Last, here's me with drum sticks in and out of my hair. Once again, thank you Violet.
Proving that beer and tree trimmers can go together.
Get your hands off my Corona!
A horrible cheesy looking 80s pop star with UK flag symbols on his ass.
Now where is that horse!
Oh Equus, one person! I want to be inside you Equus! One person! One person!
On an incredibly irrelevant note, Party City was selling insanely cheesy Passover toys. Ones that I don't remember existing when I was a kid. For example...
Here's Alex with Nosh the Homentashen, and Matzah Man.
For the kids who want to kill eachother to demonstrate the natural orders in the torah of cause and effect, they had Chad Gadya masks.
In Passover Chutes and Ladders, this boy claims that he found a "cracker." I'm pretty sure you found more than one at your seder.
Here's Alex pointing to a Seder Plate that describes what she is, and there's nothing wrong with that. But why would someone make a seder plate that said this I have no idea.
Well that's it for now. I'll see whose ever coming with me to see Slither at 7pm in front of the Galleria. Until then, I'm going to bed. Good night everybody. I apologize for any bad jokes I made in the comments to these photos. I was tired. Good night everybody, good night.
Let's start with UCSC stuff.
Here's my friend Natalie who has the most amazing paisley dress I've ever seen. I wish it was a shirt and not a dress so I could get one like it. Damn, why don't they make funky non polyester multicolored clothing for men?
Roar!
Here are some of my friends incredibly "faded."
Here's a close up of that poster in the background.
Uber cheese!
Now I wasn't the only one dressed for funk, as a matter of fact, my friend Sam looked better than I did.
There was so much good alcohol there, that even Gumby got fucked up.
He got so fucked up, that he thought Pokey was a woman.
Here's Andy coming back from a mustache party. This man is one of the most charasmatic people I've met.
Here's Ruji at the Space Glam party at Clay St. They're trying to stop the aliens from sucking their brains. I made a tin foil hat too, but to protect myself from the Goy Aliens, I wore a tin foil yarmulke.
Here's Aztek flipping me off. His real name is Diego. He asks to be called Aztek. I don't call him Aztek because it's the name of a great Native American tribe. I call him Aztek because it's the name of a car that looks like a piece of LEGO.
Here's Aztek trying to get with these two girls.
Here's one of those girls looking crunked and one of those girls looking happy after talking with Aztek. 50/50 ain't bad.
Speaking of crunked...
Here's Eduardo exhausted after driving down Highway 151.
And here's a man just asking to have a large penis drawn on his face.
Somebody really misses the beeping device that only allowed people with Porter ID cards to get into their apartment complex. It's such a sad picture.
Before I get into that though, I want to show you all how to make the Fuzzy Salad.
First, you take about 1-2 oz of fresh artichokes.
Then, you top them off with chopped black olives. If you use whole black olives, or green olives you'll ruin the amazing texture and taste that composes the Fuzzy Salad.
Next, you add some tomatoes. Note that the tomatoes should be no larger than the ones in this bowl.
Top it off with a bed of spinach because spinach has almost every substance your body needs in a day.
And last, but not least, you top it off with balsamic vinagrette. Not because it's healthy, but because there's enough vinegar and tangy flavor to wake anyone up at any time of day.
Going back to the more important aspects of the dining hall. Here's a deformed waffle.
Here's a boat a friend of mine made from stuff from the fruits and veggies section.
Here are my homies Judith, Max, and I forget the guys name in the middle. Max worked at KFC for a while. He claimed to have come home every night all greased up. He even mentioned that one day, a man looking like the Colonel came to KFC. He had the same face, but different clothing. I asked Max if the Colonel said anything blatently racist. Unfortunately, he didn't.
There was a French theme for one of the college nights. And they had a very pretty ice sculpture of the Eiffel Tower.
But what was even more beautiful was this.
A White Chocolate Foundue machine.
Now although this last photo was taken before halloween, it still deserves to be up here.
The funny thing is I found this sticker not at UCSC, but at the San Jose Airport. That tells you something about Nor Cal and pot.
This guy had the best drunk facial expressions I had ever seen! Too bad I couldn't get more photos. I ran out of memory.
Stupid hippies think they can eat any mushroom they find! Hahahahahahahaha!
Thank you Colleges 9, 10 and Cafe Revolution for one of the best nights I ever had. Thank you too Jason for the additional photos.
With some Trader Joe's alcohol brands, the name says it all.
Others make one question...
Things like how did David Lee Roth get a brand of wine named after him?
"Come to EURO Itchy And Scratchy Land! Please, my kittens need wine."
Last we have wine for hippies.
And wine for Jews.
Here the lens is spun at one angle.
And here the lens is spun at another.
That's about everything from Santa Cruz that I felt like posting. On to L.A. photos from when I came home.
Here's Adam in his ever classy phesbian attire.
First, James smokes a flat spliff.
Then he hits himself in the balls while trying to use the broom as an air guitar. Do the two events have anything to do with eachother? You tell me.
Last, here's me with drum sticks in and out of my hair. Once again, thank you Violet.
Proving that beer and tree trimmers can go together.
Get your hands off my Corona!
A horrible cheesy looking 80s pop star with UK flag symbols on his ass.
Now where is that horse!
Oh Equus, one person! I want to be inside you Equus! One person! One person!
On an incredibly irrelevant note, Party City was selling insanely cheesy Passover toys. Ones that I don't remember existing when I was a kid. For example...
Here's Alex with Nosh the Homentashen, and Matzah Man.
For the kids who want to kill eachother to demonstrate the natural orders in the torah of cause and effect, they had Chad Gadya masks.
In Passover Chutes and Ladders, this boy claims that he found a "cracker." I'm pretty sure you found more than one at your seder.
Here's Alex pointing to a Seder Plate that describes what she is, and there's nothing wrong with that. But why would someone make a seder plate that said this I have no idea.
Well that's it for now. I'll see whose ever coming with me to see Slither at 7pm in front of the Galleria. Until then, I'm going to bed. Good night everybody. I apologize for any bad jokes I made in the comments to these photos. I was tired. Good night everybody, good night.