Las Vegas

Red, Blackbird Johnson, Ping Pong, and myself went to Las Vegas this weekend. The Strip is crap...$27 for a Vodka/Red Bull and a White Russian...fuck that noise. The downtown area, however, is the way to go. All in all, it was a good trip...and none of our fish died. Although, I guess I missed a cat fight @ Lucky's final night. Bummer.

Our bartender at the Fitz



Piano dude wasn't doing it for me.


WWJay MoralD?


Bellagio


Jeremy and PP


The Strip (duh).


Unsteady T


More Later. T...out.

I've added a poll.

It's at the bottom of the page.
Get there.

I'm fuckin' fired, dude.

I was going to send these to Jeff for his bloggy blog, but chose to post them here instead. Red, Blackbird Johnson, Pingpong, and myself are Vegas-bound tomorrow. Peace out, bitches.










T...out.

Identity crisis.

Carla (Black Moor...Queen of the tank. Much respect.)
Turk (Black Moor...Carla's he-bitch.)
J.D. (Schizo Goldfish.)
Elliot 2 Electric Boogaloo (Neurotic, nympho Goldfish.)
Sweaty Teddy (Black Moor)
The Todd (Pansexual Black Moor.)
Kenny (Clawed Frog)
Spenny (Clawed Frog)
Chuck D. (Revolutionary Fantail. Hates the Albino Goldfish.)
Flava Flav (Fucking dead, yo...911's a joke.)
T-Ray (Shark...just sits there and looks stoned.)
Joey Hollywood (Shark...sweats a lot and picks on smaller fish.)
Hopkins (Fat Ass, Overeating Clawed Frog.)
Roger Leeanne (Clawed Frog)
Frick (Red Mollie)
Frack (Red Mollie)
George (Mollie)
Paul (Mollie)
Ringo (Mollie)
John (Mollie that died)
Rontrose (Suckerfish)
Eddie Spaghetti (Suckerfish)
Lump (Goldfish)
Peaches (Goldfish)
Vanilla Ice (Big Albino Goldfish)
Matt (Comet...All up in Heather's junk.)
Heather (Comet...She gets much love, yo.)
Skidmark (Goldfish w/a black stripe on it's back.)
Breakfast (Big feeder)
Lunch (Another big feeder fish.)
Dinner (Yet another big feeder fish.)
Snack (Just got eaten by Hopkins.)
The Exploited (Small Goldfish with a freakishly large fin on it's back.)

...and 5 or 6 other random feeder fish that will soon call a frog's stomach "home".

T...out.

Sundays are for laundry, frog watching, and air drumming.

She seriously had no clue the camera was running.

Froggy Style

Party People

Ya don't say...

Radio Caroline @ GT

All I can say is "holy shit!". These guys haven't played a show in several years, yet they rocked our socks off! Thanks dudes!

















Oh yeah...Chad was there, too.






























































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