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I have an actual blog entry that I'll probably do tonight. Early forecasts say it could be one of the most average blog entries of all time.
In the meantime, here are some pictures of me doing non-comedy related things. Enjoy.
This is a picture of me with my favorite Spanish chainmail salesperson. Her name is Conchita and she has a shop in Toledo, Espana. The stuff is all handmade, heavy, and really stands up in battle. I go to her whenever I need any type of armor. Click here
On the streets of Toledo, it's a necessity to have your armor on at all times. You never know when a Vega or a wandering Shogun is going to attack. This isn't a battle shot though. Someone asked me how to get to Conchita's shop, so I'm pointing them in the right direction. Click here
This is me at the running of the bulls in Pamplona. The year was 2002, and it was a magical year. In this picture, I'm standing with my old friend, Spanish Box-head Man. In the picture, I'm wearing a scarf, which is the custom at the running of the bulls. But notice that I said "NO" to the red sasche. Spanish Box-head Man is wacky. Click here
Closing out the international portion of this blog entry, here is a picture of my uncle and I on a ship in Bermuda. This picture was inspired by the movie Titanic and a rainbow. I felt so safe up there. Click here
Here is a picture of me dunking. It was the first day I realized that I could dunk, but probably about the fifth dunk of the day, because it took a few minutes before I realized I had a camera in the car. It wasn't a clean dunk, meaning there was a little rim contact, but here it is anyway. I know there is nothing funny about this, but I feel like being able to dunk gets people the same level of respect they would get if they killed someone. Fear me and the one-handed tomahawk.
Click here
This is a picture of my friend Mike and I in college. It was our sophomore year and we were playing a little game that we liked to call, "Police Academy Graduates." We would put on these outfits and go to bars and batting cages, hang out, and talk about "Training at the academy." Although it isn't the case in the picture, normally we would keep our shirts unbuttoned, even though they were tucked in. Michael Korrs would have a heart-attack. Click here
In the meantime, here are some pictures of me doing non-comedy related things. Enjoy.
This is a picture of me with my favorite Spanish chainmail salesperson. Her name is Conchita and she has a shop in Toledo, Espana. The stuff is all handmade, heavy, and really stands up in battle. I go to her whenever I need any type of armor. Click here
On the streets of Toledo, it's a necessity to have your armor on at all times. You never know when a Vega or a wandering Shogun is going to attack. This isn't a battle shot though. Someone asked me how to get to Conchita's shop, so I'm pointing them in the right direction. Click here
This is me at the running of the bulls in Pamplona. The year was 2002, and it was a magical year. In this picture, I'm standing with my old friend, Spanish Box-head Man. In the picture, I'm wearing a scarf, which is the custom at the running of the bulls. But notice that I said "NO" to the red sasche. Spanish Box-head Man is wacky. Click here
Closing out the international portion of this blog entry, here is a picture of my uncle and I on a ship in Bermuda. This picture was inspired by the movie Titanic and a rainbow. I felt so safe up there. Click here
Here is a picture of me dunking. It was the first day I realized that I could dunk, but probably about the fifth dunk of the day, because it took a few minutes before I realized I had a camera in the car. It wasn't a clean dunk, meaning there was a little rim contact, but here it is anyway. I know there is nothing funny about this, but I feel like being able to dunk gets people the same level of respect they would get if they killed someone. Fear me and the one-handed tomahawk.
Click here
This is a picture of my friend Mike and I in college. It was our sophomore year and we were playing a little game that we liked to call, "Police Academy Graduates." We would put on these outfits and go to bars and batting cages, hang out, and talk about "Training at the academy." Although it isn't the case in the picture, normally we would keep our shirts unbuttoned, even though they were tucked in. Michael Korrs would have a heart-attack. Click here
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