New York based artist, Alyssa Monks, killing it in the realism realm. You have to admire this level of oil painting.

Very cool. Love the passion for artwork.

5 Minutes V.08/2009 from I Love Graffiti on Vimeo.

Where are your parents? I don’t even want to know what this kid gets into on the interwebs.

My mom would be so pissed if she knew I posted this. Especially because she broke this tape maybe 4 times… I always dubbed an extra copy, knowing it’s fate if my mom heard it.

If you loved the beastmaster… you’ll love the beard master.

So awesome. Even when you have an opportunity to do cool shit, make sure its appropriate. I don’t ramp cars with motorcycles bc I dont have car ramping skills. If you don’t have the boobs to get the job done… don’t pull em out. Leave em at home and save yourself a little face.

So funny. Enjoy!

Ladies… Ravishing Rick Rude. His manager, Bobby “the brain” Henon. Rude’s finishing move was the Rude Awakening. Ladies if you’ve never had one, this could be your first. That feeling you are feeling right now, its the woman boner. Sincerely, RRR.

So Classic! WWF was the raddest. I remember going to a WWF match when I was in middle school. IT WAS INCREDIBLE!

Sure could of used this app on my way to work. See photo below of speedometer this morning.

These clowns take over the Ogden a couple time a year. I would love to know the number of FAILs that happen at a gathering. I would image if you took a camera to one of these events, it would be non-stop fail. Not sure. Just guessing.

I wonder how much RAM is in these computers. ZING>

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Incredicat does your laundry if he can lick you with his sandpaper tongue.

So funny.

This has to be the love child of beardpuncher and peterpan peanut butter. no doubt about it.