Hey, Bugle Boy jeans were the shit back then. And I would wager greatly that even you had a pair or two.

Or at least slept with a guy who had a pair around his ankles at the time.

Well, pardon moi, Miss Frasier Crane... (that's the image I'm getting of how you talk as I read your Dead Grandfather blog right now...)

Hey GODDAMNIT, you promised sexual favors for said portrait and now you're just offering grammatical tutoring.

I feel like I've been bait and swtiched, here. At least some cottage cheese.

Christ on a crutch, see what happens when guys are asked to do portraits?

A Boozy Irish Grammar Nazi Nun at that...

It took away all my apostrophies and quatation marks on my first post. I think I found them all, though.

I'm sure Drunky will let me know.

just wait till scotchy McPotatohead gets drunk, all her grammatical skills go right out the window.

C'mon... Moonboots in summer? Those fuckers are way too hot.

Why didn't my dad ever say, "take off those moon boots!" or, "karate makes you look like a major dork!"

I was still a little kid... I didn't really start sweating like a man would sweat untill about the akward karate stage.

There was this super hot chic in that karate class and I loved being paired with her. I thought I might of had a chance.

And now I see in that photo what she probably saw then... Poor, poor girl.

Are you kidding me? He landed my mom, he must have been doing something right.

And if he heard you say that you would have one of his cowbot boots (not pictured) up your arse.

Sweet, I met my first real girlfriend because of that car. She started working where I worked at the time and when we closed we walked out to the parking lot to our cars. I got into my Z and she into hers. We smiled and then raced each other home.

Turns out we lived 3 blocks from each other. But then I got pulled over and she didn't.

The cop said, "you kind of rolled through that stop sign back there."

He was being very generous. I completely blew through that sign sqealing the tires through the whole intersection.

I said, "Yeah, I was trying to impress that girl in the other Z."

He smiled, told me to find another way to impress her and let me go.

The next day at work she approached me all wide eyed asking about the cop. We started dating soon after.

Yeah, I used to surpirse the shit out of Camaros and all those little 5.0 Mustangs that were driving around back then. They couldn't believe that a little Z just smoked there ass off the line.

It had dual Glass Packs (a.k.a. cherry bombs) behind that small block... sounded so sweet.

Thanks Aaron. And yes, I am old even though I look young in real life I win.

I hated a lot of those pics for a long time but I've decided to own up to them and appreciate them for the laughter they now cause... me.

I think it's cool you don't really know what the W. stands for, you could make up whatever you want really. maybe just wow.

this was awesome, i hate those survey things, i never repost, i only blogged the once because i was bored and it was minorly amusing, this was so much better.

and so's ya know, and i can geek-out a bit-wow, i think "saber-toothed horse with ram horns" -has a name, Bonnacon

That thing isn't described as having sabre-teeth or wings. And while burning shit is cool, my Sabre-toothed ram-horned flying horse would never run away. It would totally PWN a Bannonanna-whatever...

(I would have been all defensive and shit like that when I was a kid...)

Awe, Piles, you are a worthwhile-pile in my opinion. When I finally get a cartoon picked up by Cartoon Network you are so doing the theme-song...

I like that your flying saber-toothed horse with funky ram horns looks like he's shooting fire out of his ass.  He could be lethal from either end.

PS, Buddha Mama is really more Niles than Frasier.  You know, a little whiny.

That's what I figured, too. You seem like the more mature one. (like me and my brother)

And that is obviously a tail being stretched by the wind as he flies through the air.

(but fire from the butt would be cool, too)

Well it's obviously a tail.  I said I liked that it "looks like" fire.

(pssst.  there's the whining I was talking about)

Well theres good news and bad news.

Good: I'm still your friend and I still love you.

Bad: Your childhood/life story is way worse than mine LOL.

Two things: 

1) From your baby picture, it seems good you grew some hair in.  You had a rather large melon as a wee lad.

2) We shared the same mullet in junior high.  Only mine was a bit longer in the back. 

That's it.  Hair.  Though I might add, reading this blog first thing in the morning put me in a better frame of mind.  Thanks. 

Ahhh, yes, I do remember the guy with the tight rolled pants.  I do have a question about the moon boots tho..summer in CO or summer in AZ?  It had to be CO, right?  Your feet would have melted off in AZ.  And I knew who you were long ago...  You were the guy that took me to the movie (as a third wheel) with your then wife, to cheer me up.  What a softy...sorry don't want to ruin your studly myspace front.  I didn't remember the Z until I saw it.  I remember your red truck the best.  Whew..that seems like forever ago.  Good job on the whole thing tho...you ooze talent in all that you do!