Hi everyone! Hi Dad. Here’s my latest Playboy feature, I’m doing viral internet goodies now which will most likely resolute in a weekly feature cos there’s so much murterial on les webs where I spend the majority of my time anyway, we figured why not do that PLUS I find things first what with this accelerated time zone 6 hour lead.
Here’s one to kick off with.
Undercover commercials (if authentic) are the best because you typically get a square swearing his fucking guts out then the viewer is sucked in to see where this is going even though you know it’s an advertisement for a soft drink and has dang all to do with the beverage, sneaky marketers but anyway undercover professional stock car racer Jeff Gordon takes a bad assly powerful Chevy for a test spin with an unsuspecting car dealer wherein predictably hilarity ensues as 4 times NASCAR series winning Gordon goes apeshit on the gas, burn outs fish tails you name it we’d say it’s priceless but there was definitely a price tag for this advertisement. The reaction is cut a bit short because it seems like the dealer was extremely overwhelmed which makes for bad television reaction for Pepsi but he then recovers quickly by saying wanna do it again? When Jeff Gordon says I’m Jeff Gordon I’d be like who?
Queen’s Day was awesome. Why should I grow up when this art school geezer doesn’t have to? I’d rather be like him than any of you every day of the week. You guys need to check yourself and enjoy life a little more. Me, I’m good. Miss you Canuckleheads.
More soon folks. Ps. I’m in a music video it released today yay. – Mark Loughman’s video btw: British rocker guy, class act, classic. janes addiction and the fucking queens of the stoneage front man play on this track. im the one in the sparkle bottoms. the little old man knows john and yoko btw. He’s 86.
Someone told me to hashtag everything in instagram cos that’s when the magic happens. So I did. I love this gothic thing. Scare-terrarium. #timburton approved. Then Tim Burton LIKED THIS PICTURE. –sonic boom– That guy is like my idol. Nightmare before Christmas was like my best friend (on vhs) for a little while, punctured by lots of books #nerdalert but in any event Tim Burton was emo before emo was emo and I dig that. Am emo. I used to sing NBXmas to the tv and maybe I never got over playing Scrooge one Christmas play a week after my grandfather died. Drama complex. If there was a broadway rendition of this film I would BE Jack Skellington. It’s nice to have bizarre interests to funnel your creative weirdness energy in to. Thanks Mr. Burton. Ps. Batman Returns is well-awesome too.
Random stacked titles I felt represented us pretty good. Guess the one of these I haven’t seen (passed out in the first ten minutes).
Ronald Mcdonald gone hipster.
Some other big deal sportscaster guy tweeted at me the other day too. I love when that happens.
After Les Mis the other night we also shared this. Sugar sugar sugar. You know I didn’t order it because there’s no sauce.
End of Watch is an amazing movie btw. Bro movie all the way. Disturbing, very.
Saying so long in the most f–up way to my sweet tooth. What are we gonna dance to today I wonder. I’m putting together my dodgeball outfit too. That’s tomorrwoah. Provided I don’t bail or hit’er too hard tonight. You get mad adrenaline from bartending so who knows (I know). X-oh yo.
I said this. They said that. The rest is bunstory. Bonus time? This is surprisingly harder than it looks but luckily I am a seasoned vet at all things standing still self-photography. Turn a mug upside down for your tripod press click and PAUSE. Next time I will dust. Pretty sure I’ll inherit this ballin’ hutch someday. Love my g-rent’s posh taste.
I think we have a match.
Wait til you see the other arty suburban stills I’ve been taking. I’m sure you can wait. But, are you?