1-800-The-Lost Boys

Here’s a quick post to help me stay on that steady one post a day schedule…a’ight?! Cool.

Today I found some books. This is something that happens quite often in my life. I am truly blessed by Satan and all his little wizards I guess. The unusual thing that happened this time is that this fell out of one of the books:
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Kind of weird, right? It was in a cookbook. I hope this wasn’t a book that belonged to some sort of sick cannibals or something. We are Indians. There isn’t any writing on the back especially a recipe for Broiled Young Boy. There’s a story here somewhere. If only this picture and cats could speak. The things they’d scream and the cuss words that they’d use. Boy oh boy.

Ladder 69.

Ladder 69.


That truck is doooooope! I want one for Flag Day. So yeah, this photo looks like it’s from the 70s yeah? If you are this child (now considerably larger and hairier I hope) or know who this is lemme know brutha.
I'm calling him Gerald for now.

I'm calling him Gerald for now.


This is a picture so it doesn’t have much of a backside. To make up for this I’ll leave you with a picture of a bunch of crap in an empty pool.
Whoops!

Whoops!

I’m leaving for Chicago tomorrow. So that’s cool.

~ by jackercrap on September 16, 2009.

One Response to “1-800-The-Lost Boys”

  1. ….and that’s why you always leave a picture of a small boy shellacked with a hazy bodily fluid to the back of a cookbook?

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