sorry for the lack of posts this week, i have not been able to focus on account of the fact that i am going to motherfucking colombia in less than 12 hours. so let me be honest, this shitstorm of a nightmare blog thing was not highest priority. excitement was. i have great shit to post now and gonna have insane posts when/if i return. if i do not make it back, it has been hell of rad knowing you people. keep the HFTU legacy alive.
conor orlando kelly out. xoxo, THE COK
Friday, August 22, 2008
last saturday my good friends over at matador travel, headed by ross and ben had a soiree of epic proportions at the 111 minna spotty spot. these fiestas are always a good time for all and this one was no different. it also raised hella cash for underprivileged kids, more specifically giving many an opportunity to fulfill dreams and travel somewhere, anywhere really. so kudos to my friends who i swear are assholes but apparently there is a big heart hidden under all those insults they fire at me on the daily. fuck you guys, good job.
this was also carrie's final final final night in the city and we were all determined to send her out to pasture with a bang. so we headed to the party, paid for a bus ticket for someone and started to immediately rock the fuck out. in addition to the ripping tunes there was some sweet art lying around and my friend diener managed to not steal something from this party, congrats joo! basically we danced and lurked real hard for a bunch of hours until i was outside smoking and some heads yelled at me that they were going to my house for the after party. huh, i don't remember a party at my house but fuck it conor, just go with it. looked up at the moon only to realize that it was about 130 and we were the last ones at the place so we fired into a cab and forced him to stop at a corner store to score some libations to keep the crew hydrated between sets of chromeo and the indigo girls and ace of base. mission accomplished and we danced our pants off into the wee hours, per usual.
ross lurking and ben with brother in front (ben has the schnazzy cap on). thanks again guys, good times.
bretstar on the far right was in town from laguna brah and he looked special. ya buddy!
this guy is the biggest asshole i know. only gotten worse since he moved to socal. fuck you diener, i love you lots. he is clearly creepy as fuck too.
so there were way too many good pics to leave shit out so i just threw em all up. instead of captions you get this sentence that is going absolutely nowhere, lucky you! basically the inside the party good times with the elusive nicky seegs and his trademark dance moves crushing ass. and carrie trying to stare into my soul and possibly knock me out with a textbook headbutt as well.
there was a photo booth that we absolutely owned. i mean domination at the station people. evan, you have fully lost your fucking mind. congrats. i heart it a lot.
this is the collection i like to call, "we all smoke so here we are outside", what you guys think? sucks, ya right. you love it. i mean, did you see ben fuller? fucking sj legend, 408 bitch!
as they say, after the party is the polk street living room. i had so many funny things i wanted to say about these photos here. mostly about rourke and his dead man walking face and zach morris jogging outfit but it is friday afternoon and i am on my way to the giants game so come up with something funny on your own for once, fucking leaches. stop slacking! safe travels and a heart felt goodbye to carrie, one last time. you shall be missed by everyone that has ever been pictured here as well as many others. kick ass over the pond and don't let those pretentious fucktards get to you.
have a good weekend everyone! be safe.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
so as most of you know we have officially lost one of our best pals and fun time girls. ms. carrie stengel has gone back up north for the moment before she gives the full blown middle finger salute to the usa and moves in with our once most sworn enemies and now just another island shitfuck that is lumped in with us because we hate the same people around the world or some shit. england by the way is where she is going. land of hella expensive shit, douchbag accents and a nice melting pot of shitty food, weather and teeth. i think they have bird flu as well but don't quote me on that one. anyway, it will be a better place with her living there, if she can change just one nerd bag o douche to something better then she has succeeded.
she had quite the going away ceremonies, hence this being part 1 AND 2 and still not done. it all officially started when her friends ali and laura and probably some others orchestrated a wonderful surprise party at laura and her man jeremy's unopened coffee shop down in the mission. it was cool, my crew rolled in real deep and hard with hellsa dicks but it was all good. after lots of laughs and good times we took the party to polk street where dancing and costumes ensued until morning hours. however, my camera was not in use so no evidence of that bullshit. that was two fridays ago and then this last friday was her last night at work so we figured might as well terrorize the fuck out of that place one last good time. mission accomplished bitches. both nights were mad fun and overall successes. you will be missed girl. then there was saturday night...stay tuned for that one. needs its own post.
she was for serious surprised. i know this picture sucks but it is what it is buttfucker. by far the most successful surprise party ever, all in attendance would have agreed. she had no clue.
i am also aware that these pictures indeed suck as much ass as the previous one but whatever. go f yourself, seriously. these people were there, i took these in like the first 5 minutes and was quickly over being blogger boy at that point. however, redemption is had by me when i whipped the camera out one last time and got this:
awww shit! so cute, laura, jeremy and ROGAN! i held the shit out of rogan and we were like, pretty much, best fucking friends. radical.
these folks and a bunch of others went in to rock out on friday for the last day at the restaurant routine. it was fun as always. thanks party people.
ali was there. mean muggin the shit outta me, that is kind of how she rolls. mean that is. i kid ali, i kid. (not really watch out for that girl on the streets, will beat your ass)
this dude was in town. the man in the flesh brian the dirty mc. he lived in brazil for a long time and is the one responsible for spreading the word of HFTU to me. he is hella awesome.
this guy was there being weird as fuck. that is all.
same goes for this fucko.
they are gonna miss her face just like the rest of us. godspeed carrie...until next post.