Crandall Gnarvinci and the week in review..

First off, there ain't no rival for me up in this piece. And by that, I mean Kentucky. You bring it son, and I'll ring it... like a dirty wash rag. I choke a bitch.

In other news and shit, working at the warehouse ain't nothing difficult. Sure, I worked a nice 13 hours this wednesday, but hey, I'm outta the house and I'm gettin' paid. Woo woo.

Where is Tim? Let's get some mixtape exchange.

crandall gnarvinci will soon have another adversary

the unveiling of the great reckoning of the super apocalyptic action man is upon you or maybe not if i cant find him but i will search till the searchin is done.

anyways im sick as hell and have been for a few days and it sux
i have completed one song for myself without vocals because i am sick but the bass, guitar, and my shitty drum machine is there and i like it.

so how is working in the warehouse form hell mr cagle, hahaha

The Investor

Shi....t

Working during the day is teh suck. All this waking up early is ridiculous. I did work 12+ hours yesterday though. It's crazy! Crazy hot!

And unfortunately, I don't get any real vaca time 'til after a year. Woo.

You got Billy Idol, bastard.

Jobs on the horizon

yes me too will probobly be leaving ups for a factory job

The money will be nice and so will be working during the day and rocking at night, Might not be anymore sunday night rocking at AKIKO'S but its cool.

This just in Billy Fucking Idol is playing my warped tour date in indy it will fucking kick ass hahahahaha Rebel Yell live bitches

The Investor is signing off

Well, I done did it..

I got a full-time job today. It's a warehouse job, so it won't be much different than there. I start tomorrow, 8AM! The money will be good though. Mmm, the money.

Go Gnarvinci!

Crandall Gnarvinci

Welcome Mr. Crandall Gnarvinci; Stuntman Extraordinaire.

Gnarvinci takes flight!

His first solo flight experience. High above the ground, Mr. Gnarvinci enjoys the cool breeze aboard his custom flying machine.

Gnarvinci ends flight!

Mr. Crandall Gnarvinci's first solo flight experience is unfortunately ended by terrible gusts of wind, leading his aircraft into what witnesses refer to as: "just some power lines".

What's this then? Breaking news!

Of course, Bear wanted in on the action.

Bear took it to the limit, and Gnarvinci was jealous...

You know what I like? dot dot..

A good black and white photo of The Investor and Myself lying in the floorboard of my ride.

I also like the process of getting drunk, and also being drunk. I love it.

I also like the fact that my toilet seat has five bumpers on the underside. Five is my favorite number.

I like not knowing exactly why people have favorite numbers too. Mindboggling, it is.

And, Sir-Mix-A-Lot, coming on TV at 2:13am at work. And, singing along with The Stantoine the whole time.

Having a laugh.

Bruce or Bust..

Don't be surprised if a picture of a little Rotty with a vest surfaces in the future.

His real name is Tank, but "Bruce the Shank" sounds sooo nice.

Hydroplaning is fun!

Puddles are fun

Fun, driving in a thunderstorm. More fun, running into a very large puddle on the interstate at 50mph.

Bridge Club

I think you should name him "Shank". You can call him Hank for short.

A Doggy named bruce

So yes the dogs name will be
Bruce
or
Eddie

take your pick but pick wisely my drunken commrade

the INVESTOR

Woo woo..

We got a new puppy yesterday, so out of respect for your pets, I'm open for name-change suggestions.

Of course he's already got one, but give it your best shot. Horvath, Douglass, and Spic would want you to.

He's a Rottweiler, and he'll keel yo's asses; even though he isn't much bigger than my foot and a sixth the size of my cat.

At least it sounds cool..

I was just thinking and typing away; sounded kind of poetic when I was writing it too.

Yeah, anyways, I haven't gotten the charger from The Troll, so the video process is stalled. I have some good ideas, and I hope to wrap up some of the old projects.

A new Halloween show would be cool. But, that's a ways off.

Let's figure out a plan for a summer trip. Until then, I'm shaking you all night long; like a good baby-sitter.

what the hell are you babblin bout

Goddamn its been a while its been busy on the homefront.
The remote must be in horvath's belly for it is not in the house at least i have not found it yet.

Are you thinking about a halloween show if not then what the hell are you babblin bout

I have not much to say so i will go to speech class now for yesterday i gave a mammoth speech on the misfits and it rocked you like a hurricane

the INVESTOR

The Dragon..

So, has Tim realized the destiny of the Vest, or has the dragon not yet struck? Will it?

The Goblet of Stoke is in effect this evening. And, as usual, something most retarded stalls the process. The charger, for which I've sent request, remains AWOL. Go muthafuckin figure.

The extent of revelation: What'd have happened had there been one more week? You know, enough time for the proposed "All Hallow's Eve show".. My imagination and desire had conflicted with the reality of the state of every member's being. And now, I see not total failure, but complete stasis. And, as the record reflects, stasis is complacence. Woo woo.

Yee yee, I do think. Woo. But, have it how you will; the time to rip is now. And, in the most crude sense, the rip will cause a tear. And, with that yet unrealized tear, you have change. Shall you too become a part of the process? Shall you too assume the altogether calmness of complete definitive stasis?

Consider?

Disregard?

Stab Knives..

Hmm, hasn't been a post in a while. Built a fire pit here, got drunk at the inaugural burn. Woo.

Showed Shelby my 'stab knives', then proceeded to receive 'the shanking' every which way, but loose.

Still missing the charger and remote.

Dial the operator.