Showing posts with label hey ac/dc: fuck you. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hey ac/dc: fuck you. Show all posts

Saturday, May 1, 2010

It's Back.

It's back, and it's MORE ENERGETIC than ever.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

This Seriously Happened

I'm going to get Little Caesar's the other day with my pal A.J. (Arizona Jeans) and next door is a T-Mobile store. I'm not one to ask anyone questions because I'd a large advocate of figuring shit out yourself. The Hot and Ready Pizza we ordered was neither "hot" nor "ready" so we had time to kill. Againt my better judgement I went into the T-Mobile store inquiring about upgrading my plan and how because it is a phone hosted through Google it wasn't able to accomplish this via their website. The vendor in the T-Mobile store, a simple man in his mid-thirties, said, and I quote:

"Hmmm...I'm not sure. You might want to call customer support. They can probably tell you."

WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M DOING HERE!?!?!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Ready to Rock?

This guy apparently isn't.
Found this at the border by Mexicali.
On a side note: it was 118 degrees that day.