me and my good friend jeff, here embracing at his wedding reception. sorry ladies...that is one sexy bitch who is officially off the market. |
my pal joel, sporting the kiddie boxing gloves he and i often don to better assist us in beating the tar out of one another.  |
joel, chris, me and tim, playing at college graduates. note the inadvertant corporate plug in the background, and inexcusably smug look on my face. |
me and john, interns extrodinaire. i'm in the process of modeling my CaptNipples gear, including the tri-point hat, and the breast-inspired rank stripes.  |
hey, it may be 5:30 in the afternoon, but you've still gotta give my buddy zipp here props for the swingin' leisure suit. |
just me, about to fall to a grizzly, pavement-endorsed death. i saved myself, though...'cause the world will need me in 2034 when the machines make their bid for power, and because it'd be a shame to mess up such a cool shirt.  |
my friend jen, slightly whigged and much too nervous to refuse when evil incarnate stops by, offering back and shoulder massages. |