Sadly enough this is a tag from over two months ago from JJ at The Churning. Unforgiveable, I know.

I’ve actually used Lil’ Mojo and Scarface in a strip before, along with Ralphie. For those of you who haven’t been reading the blog very long, the inspiration for these characters came from these buffoons who stole a video camera from my organization while we were on a business trip, recorded themselves, and then got caught. You gotta love the criminal lifestyle!

I figured this out while I was on a business trip last week in New Mexico: Parents with little kids usually like me at first, but they always end up hating me in the end. The reason is simple too. I’m just an immature bastard.

Well, I haven’t celebrated a mile stone in the number of visitors as of yet, but I thought visitor number 50,000 was pretty exciting. According to Sitemeter, the lucky visitor probably stopped by some time last night. I know a number of blogs and web sites in general get 50,000 visitors a day, but I’m still pretty impressed that since September 2005 enough people to fill a typical college football stadium would stop by Gangstas & Hugs to read stuff I’ve written. That’s about an average of 300 visitors a day and 500 pageviews a day for the past 9 months.

I promised I’d write about why crotchless panties rock as much as mirrored ceilings. Well, you’re in luck because I’ve finally decided to share that secret with you. Actually it’s not a secret, crotchless panties just rock. There’s just something about a girl wearing evening wear that she doesn’t even half to take off that gets me all randy.

The t-shirt I’m wearing right now:

Makes you want to get a Vulva t-shirt of your own doesn’t it?

Did you know that there existed four-level go-cart tracks? Well, I certainly didn’t. At least not until I had the pleasure of visiting Redneck Vegas, more commonly known as Pigeon Forge, TN. When you ride down the strip in Pigeon Forge you will not see only one, nor only two, but a whopping THREE quadruple-decker go-cart tracks.

I saw this on Gizmodo and couldn’t resist posting about it. It’s a product for hairy men called the “Bodygroom”. Hmmm… I may be a little on the hairy side, but I don’t know if I’d go all out and invest in one of these bad boys. The most priceless part of [...]

I promised to start writing stories this week, and I won’t disappoint. I’ll start off the week with the retelling of the most annoying part of our trip. It was our last morning in the hotel downtown before we went up to the cabin in the mountains. I’m just mildly hungover from the night before, so you can probably imagine the mood I was in. At approximately 8am, on a Saturday mind you, I hear the first trumpet from the parking lot outside.

Yesterday was my birthday, and we ended up going out to celebrate on Saturday night. I’d tell you all about it, but I can’t remember much. I do remember getting a shot from a local radio personality, but it gets hazy after that. There’s a whole roll of film documenting the night, so maybe after I get that back I can piece together some funny stories.

We got the pictures of our trip to Gatlinburg back yesterday, and I’m pretty pleased with how they turned out. Unfortunately I didn’t bring them with me to work today, so I can scan any of them to to go along with the posts I still need to write. So instead of writing a post about one of my misadventures in the Great Smoky Mountains, I’ll let everyone in on a little secret: I finally joined Flickr.