More fuckin' pics!

Shot 1:

Shot 2:



My pimp hand is strong!


Droppin' the hammer!


Anybody recognize this fool?

400 Degree Chicken

Yo, it's another one of LMC's Wile-Ass Recipes. This one coming to yous in the midst of a fine drunk sesh... and there must be some kinda copyright on my soon-to-be-published recipe book title...

This one's more about the sauce and less the substance, but you'll need some 'yellow-bag Pilgrim's Pride hot wings' from Wal-Mart. Them shits get ya insideries jumpin'!

Now, melt an eighth of a block of the big Velveeta. Small bowl, big bowl, used Popeye's box... don't matter. The cardboard may incorporate itself and provide that there colon with, as NKOTB'd say: 'The Right Stuff'.

Put the following shit all up off in there:

- Some Summer Sausage - bit up wit' yo mouf, not some knifeage
- Some garlic powder... counteracts that Velvy Cholo Itis's.. and tastes good too!
- Some Baco's.. cuz ya needs tha poke

Make it another :25 in the reactor.

Now, pour to your heart's content with the Ranch... because it IS a food group after all, and you'd hate to miss the fuck out. Mix all in eith the same knife you slashed the Velveeta with to give it the same authenticity you started with. Don't ever introduce strange instruments into a recipe already in progress!

Exotic Comrades is ups...

exoticcomrades.com.... muthafuckas.

The shit's a simple type of shits, but it's gonna have all the damn videos from the past year up there. You want exotic hilarity a.k.a. drunken antics, then BUNG!, you got it!

Saturday Morning Sassy Fashion Shoot!

Damn sucka.. I shot myself!






Total gayness! Get rad!

Fuckin' Producin'!

The crib is deplete, and I'm on my feet... for now!

I've been patchin' cords, pushin' buttons, and strummin' strings..... and drinking heavily, all in the name of SO rad music.

Yeah!

Soon to be edited now... just read.

That's my boys!

Ha Ha! It's the boys... on the Mojo no less. When Brod told me about this, I couldn't believe it, but BAM! I rolled over and over on this one.

Hey.... you guys are semi-famous up there. Let me know when you start gettin' paid..

Hey.. it's episode 4!

Oh, I don't usually write the reviews for my more serious viewings, but hey...

It was good.

Jarmusch flicks are the only flicks that can make me feel uncomfortable. It's more like I feel uncomfortable for the characters. You may not understand why... but I fully comprehend the phenomenon.

Hey, Stone's car was rad too!

And a fuckin' Dolomite discussion.... Yeah!

Oh Six!

Always an adventure, and the first day of '06 wasn't one to disappoint!

A Mexican named Poncharelli bombing Keystones
Dropping 40's in the car park
Smashing free kid's bikes
Riding on Chrysler LeBarons
Having the cop's Glock in our backs
No Sleep 'Til HomeSkillets

It is the year of The Meat Eater Deluxe!

Don't let money change ya..

The title means nothing much, but ch-check it out:

This here is the LMC Meter-O-Stoke.. hear hear..



This is an example of 'The Meter' at maximum capacity.

Being that there are five different levels of stoke, there are obviously adjacent meanings to each of them.

Red: 0 Beers - Not Stoked.
Orange: 2-5 Beers - Stokage left over from last night is being consumed now.
Yellow: 6-8 Beers - Totally a future of reaching the pinnacle.
Green: 9-11 Beers - Damn Near..
White: 12 Pack or more Baby! - I'm drunk bitch!

This is The Meter Of Stoke, now get stoked!

?

What? I know that couldn't have been The Investor...

There's no way.

Somebody get the scoop on who actually wrote that shit.


But, FYI:

We used Sound Forge for editing individual tracks/sounds, and for adding effects, etc. to them. Mine was bundled with ACID, so check that first. If not, it could be worth it, but I'd check some other effects plug-ins too. Though, Sound Forge was also good for trimming shit down so that it looped properly.

You may also check into some drum loop plug-ins for it.



I am bummed that I missed the mooninites though... oh well.

MMMMM...

I see this to be interesting to see what direction this goes into...perhaps an epic saga. We shall see...man why in the hell am I up again?

The Great Grovelling

yeah so im back on here in this intillectual property that used to be used for the transfer of info and ideas, and well i think it should get back to that.

it has come to my attention that i need to know what the hell sound forge the program was for cause im buying a new comp and im buying acid6 with it but soundforge i remember u have too but didnt know what it was for, well now i need to know if i need it before i drop 70 bucks on it. i know i need acid. Also i would like to also ask if you wouldnt mind sending me those few songs i made on your comp while u were here i have some ideas for them, thats really it i will probably be on here a little more with different shit thats going on the moononites were here a few weeks ago on bardstown rd. it was like 20 degrees and midnight so we didnt go hunting for them, an adventure was probably missed. Oh yea and i bought a sweet new JACKSON GUITAR. it is pretty sweet musicians friend is still cool. we should swap music and shit like back in the day. i got some ideas that i need to get out

Later
The Caveman

Whopper!

On the crapper, after John's Bathside Chat of course, I came to the realization that mp3 players really are a great thing. Some people hate the way others go about their business drowning out the world... like it's a bad thing sometimes. And, while I agree that trying to talk to someone who has their shit up way too loud to hear anything is frustrating, I still realize [their] value. Work is so much better with it... No Country!

Keep on crappin' in the free world.

This is not cool!

Still awake since 1:00... I've stumbled upon extreme boredom. Thanks to a lovely someone... I get this:

Your Outrageous Name is:

Peter Eater

Outrageous Name Generator

Not Cool.

What an eve...

My plan was to start drinking at a certain time in order to wake up at a proper time. Alas, it's almost 1:00am and I'm up. Merry Christmas.

The phone was on my face when I got up... I must've fallen asleep on someone.

Drunk sleep is kinda sweet in the way that the blankets never move, and it seems to be had all on my face. The pillows get backed up against the headboard and there are still a bunch of items both on the bed and in my pockets. It's a very peaceful state.

I should drink more.

Your present bitches:

Here you go... don't open 'til Christmas:

20 Fingers - Mr. Personality

Download it and there you go.

You're welcome.

I've just been humbled.... or awestricken..

Pioneer has a DVD turntable.

Anything you can do with vinyl.... and so much more.

The possibilities damn near blew my mind man!

I just don't want to know the price..

Crooked Ass Gross Mufasa!

Hey!

It's a fucking Exotic Comrades backG!




We are ExCo and you are not!!

Breaking News!!

Donald and I, formerly known as Cristie and the Retards, are now Exotic Comrades! Bung.

This amendment came about after deciding we're much more exotic than we are retarded.

Exotic Comrades

1st and 12..

1st down just happened...

Yes, I'm at home this Saturday, by choice. I stayed up too late this morning Christmas shoppin'... and didn't really feel like hanging out.

I have the beer though.. so stay churned.

Metal?

Have you bitches got your GWAR backgrounds yet?



Get crackin'!

Flesh Pants!

Flesh Pants are what I had on just now. Or, what my dog thought they were. We were out wrestling and my pants were no pants at all, they were shorts homie! You see, he likes to tug and tear at your pants when you get rough with him. He's a Rottweiler.

We had a good go, and I am way out of breath.

Be somebody, or be somebody's fool!

Live in Louisville? Got a nasty habit to kick? Got teef to break? Call me...



I'm sure we can work something out.

Oar else!

He may not look like much, but this dude don't fuck around!

There wasn't a subject here before..?

I'm now on MySpace Music, so check the shit out. I put up four tracks from 04, but there'll be newer shit in the future. There's a link on the right over there...

I classified the music as experimental/rap/comedy.. is that fitting? I'd say sure.

Other than that, I woke up at 5am today... when I'd usually be working. The weekends serve up some odd hours. IFC's on. Water's boiling, I'm sure..

Video Games is the new Golf.

Man, I am so ridiculously good at watching TV, that it's not even funny.... and I'm pretty fucking awesome at sitting down too. I've got that shit dialed.

Step.

I dare ya!

Radical Grammatical Bra!

I notice the previous two posts both have a 'stay tuned'. It shall now be: 'stay churned'.

Thank you.

That one girl cant get hotter...

Pour this on her. Now she is hotter. The Master of Drunkenomics, soon to be Drunken Jedi, Drunken Assassin is coming Spring Break. Hell or high water. Gather up all the girls and tell them the story of the legendary Drunken Raider riding into your town to pillage and mate with them. Stay tuned...

An update for the hell of it..

I haven't really done too much worthy of mention since last time..

I went to Subway and had that new Chicken Parmesan sub... it was not up to par. The concept is good though.

The dog decided that running on his side would be a more efficient mode of getting to the house, and it actually worked for about eight feet. That is, until the sidewalk ran out and he took down a light post.

Will this weekend be epic?

Stay tuned..

What a bummmer!

These should totally be websites:

japsrule.com

&

beanersrule.com

Somebody make them real quick, and make them good... then they can flex on each other and stick each other real good for making rude comments on each others' myspace.

Bitch, I'm on the interweb.

Mr. T quote of the Thursday:

"That's my wardrobe, my uniform, but I will never wear it again." - Mr. T, on his gold.


Is that sad; or is the prospect of Rocky VI, his reality show, and the forthcoming A-Team movie?

I wear my sunglasses at... day?

I made a slight scar diagram after I realized that some were quite prevalent. Do I really look like that? Fuckin' Frankenstein.... he's cool though, right?

For today:

Good shit for Wednesday:

Use this next time you're drunk or something:

"Being (LMC) isn't easy, folks. You gotta be a bad-ass 24-7. All night, too. Of course, this outer macho thing is just a front. I'm hiding a friendly tiger in here. You ever seen a drunk tiger? Their stripes fall off until they sober up. And that's not ALL that comes off, IF you know what I mean."

Just substitute your name where mine falls, and you're like fucking butter.

11.26.05 -- the other night

When LMC, ODB, CatR, and IW come together, you don't get Voltron... you get fuckin' trouble son. Not to mention, the Two Worst Dudes Ever were there and shit got to gettin'. It was rad, and there's a fine footy alibi to boot. Here are some stills from all that mess, complete with some ODB guerilla graffiti:

Left cheek/Right cheek:

When I finally took a shower, I noticed my ass...




and, it'd been had.

Apparently, the fiends don't care much about remaining anonymous... I was there though, so I guess it doesn't matter.

Detective MC in action..

No crew? No fuckin' problem.

Solo videos at 3am. Damn straight!

Just took this shit:

It's crazy!

Oh man..

I think I'll probably post something better tomorrow, but, uh...

I think I'm gonna.. no, I know I'm gonna rip into these Ritz and slather on the Easy Cheese.. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Info about Japan quote of the morning:

They're obviously trying to lure young,
impressionable Internet users to hop on the first
plane to Japan, thinking they're gonna get to
play with all these fun characters, WHEN IN REALITY
they are going to be stripped, bound and gagged
and made to perform in ILLEGAL bukkake movies!

It's all perfectly clear.

Good point though - you're obviously quite impressionable if you think you can hop on the first flight to Japan. I'm sure that flight has flown...

A touch of class..

I'll eat an After-Eight mint before I spit in your face.

Some's for torture..

My Sherpa - Derpa One Two, tolds myself to drink the fudge up big baby-doll caterer. Put your fishnets up and wield your breast-harness skizzie-high. Break Yo-Self fool, and put the smack on your inner-thigh.

Harold says:

“Water storms” — when you drink all night at Max Fish and you wake up in the morning and watery shit comes out your ass, you have the water storms. - Harold

You know what else I like?

Condiments, man...

And salt, too.

Forklifts are fun!

First paycheck + First stop = the beer

The beer/x = y

y = a box full of empty

I spent the first half of the night driving the forklift outside moving cement. It was actually a refreshing 30-somethin' degrees outside.

What else? I get to drive all kinds of fantastic power equipment around... and they call it a job..?! Pfff.. Well, beside the fact I can't drink or beat it for 9 hours.

Whodini is a ho.

I was googling random shit and came across some dude's blog. I read several entries before I realized I was doing it. There were some detailed accounts there about Burning Man and him riding 150 miles on a road bike. The stories weren't very entertaining at all, but I kept reading them. It made me think: "Is blogging just for chatting to the internet, say, as you would a co-worker?"... Then I pondered whether or not the dude was as big a yuppie as his blog led me to believe..

Anyway, does anyone else get tired of re-counting their daily's? I know I do. Then again, I know some people that will get on the phone, tell an otherwise asinine anecdote from the day; then, as if once weren't enough, get on the phone with someone else afterwards and tell them the same shit. But, not done yet! They'll then tell anyone within earshot the same trivial garbage, unaware that these people heard the shit twice already.

Once is enough, and sometimes too much.

I got on here with the intention of.... I really don't remember now.

W Loves it!

Ahhhh!

Muthafuckin' Aftermath of a Self-Punch..

..like almost an hour later when she mentions a John Cusack movie:

Hey!: A new law that will force all strippers to wear badges with their real names and information on them while dancing....?

B.A.C. -vs- Self-Punches

B.A.C. triumphs again!

Okay, what is going on here?

Could someone please explain this to me?

Darth MC has entered the battlefield.

I underestimated the power of The Dark Side..


I've gone Ape Shit!, and I'm never looking back..

It's Wednesday..

Brandon, that's about as good a game as skipping rocks in a gravel pit... you certainly are the one to bloat.

Fantastic sleuthing by the way. She should've used the link.. -->

..they're pretty handy.


In other news, I have the night off. Wish me ill.

Behold my future.

I found this pic of what is going to finally happen to me when I snap.

louisville hoe-jo, and I aint talking howard johnson

hahahah didnt really plan on ever comin back to this intillectual turf, but adrienne's noticing of a certain leroy mc on mojo had my ass rolling harder than little chinese kids roll eggs.

YOU FAG


hows that for good game

Squirrel's demise:

Finally, street justice hath been served!

A squirrel drowned in Donald's toilet... no shit. Not sure how he got in there, but he was freshly wasted when Donald's g/f found his ass. The critter still had some bubbles rolling out of his snout when Donald snatched him out and threw him in the yard. The damn bastard didn't go too peacefully though. He was apparently kicking and scratching to get out and caused quite the drowning squirrel mess. What can you do?

In other noteworthy news, the cops did show up. Half the crowd found it funny, half found it disturbing. Donald handled that one too.

We didn't have as many "go get me this" runs as expected.. so the mix tape was limited to the critics inside the apartment. No car parties this time around.

The RC challenge was on, wherein all the "cattle" were tagged and tickets were drawn for shots of Crown Royal. And yes, I do know that the initals are actually CR, but it is the RC challenge... so nyah!

I just read Redbook and now I'm going to eat stew. BEEF!

Locker 138..

A few days in and I'm doing the regular shit at work now. Being at the Home Depot after hours ain't bad at all. No customers... but bad country music on the overhead. Where's the iPod?

I need some new shoes. You needed to know that.

I also have to take a dump as of this writing. Woo!

This ugly broad..

Ewwww.

Motherfuckers.

I wish you all ill.

That is the best worst photoshop of me EVER though.

Props and anti-Props

Happy Halloween...

motherfuckers...

Napoleon Dynamite new Miracle Whip Magazine Ad...

I kinda like it. Catchy slogan.

Hello Nurse!

Yo, it's everybody's favorite CNA and her debut video is finished and straight poppin'! You gotta see this!



Heil Barrel!


Get your booze on!

Available nowhere and never on sale for 50 Cents!

Daft Punk is playing in my car..

Saturday night? Party? yes...

With a dozen of my own brand stashed in the car, I watched the others suffer through the Keystone Light. You don't know how happy that made me. With my tie fastened, I commenced to jigglin'..

After three beer and cigarette runs for everyone, Donald and I just decided to jam Da Funk and party in the parking lot. "Hey, Jennifer's gonna be here later..."

My mix CD's were a hit with me once again. They only know what the radio tells them. I was gettin' down at least... and Donald. Jessica loves it all and won't 'fess up until we get in the car. NEX..

The party moved next door and the residents of the one place fucked in the bathroom of this place. What? They don't have a microwave, and they go next door to fuck..?

Then, some big beaner and some chick from Planet of the Apes fucked in the same bathroom. That same broad later got a used condom slapped on her mouth. Yeah!

Donald played Super Mario Bros. 3 and kept talking to me for 10 minutes after I had left. Jennifer did show up. The recliner was once again a good crash-pad. I left a beer in the freezer overnight and took that bitch home with me today. "I live for the funk."