Holy Santa Shit.

http://green.yahoo.com/blog/greenpicks/292/rare-images-beyond-the-naked-eye.html

If you’ve looked at my page once or twice, then you’ve noticed that i take a lot of pictures. At least i thought i did until i saw this… These guys are taking it to an entirely new fucking level. In the wise words of Heylia James, “You started a whole new game mother fucker.” My personal favorite is the photo of the two human cancer cells preparing to divide, although it does make me feel like the kid with the shitty rust bucket of a bike back in the day every time i switch into macro mode. 

03.02.11
Laced. Photo By: Yours Truly Nikon D5000 Side note: Sometimes simple, inanimate objects can make for a decent photo. Most people take shoe laces for granted, but we have to remember that they’re key in allowing the nikes on your feet keep that cypher complete.

Laced.

  • Photo By: Yours Truly
  • Nikon D5000
  • Side note: Sometimes simple, inanimate objects can make for a decent photo. Most people take shoe laces for granted, but we have to remember that they’re key in allowing the nikes on your feet keep that cypher complete.
03.02.11
Lazy Greens. Photo By: Yours Truly Camera: Nikon D5000 Side Note: These trees remind me of the blue dream i picked up last week.

Lazy Greens.

  • Photo By: Yours Truly
  • Camera: Nikon D5000
  • Side Note: These trees remind me of the blue dream i picked up last week.
02.02.11
Frosticles. Photo By: Yours Truly Camera: Nikon D5000

Frosticles.

  • Photo By: Yours Truly
  • Camera: Nikon D5000
02.02.11
Pure Broner. Taken: Nikon D5000 Cred: Hank Moody for title inspiration

Pure Broner.

  • Taken: Nikon D5000
  • Cred: Hank Moody for title inspiration
02.02.11
Cheryl. Nuff said.

Cheryl.

  • Nuff said.
02.02.11
I woke up at 2:00 PM today with cottonmouth and my birthday suit on. Fuck yeah. I switched my outfit out for some jeans and a hoody and almost busted my ass walking out of my garage. Still a little dazed, it took me a couple of seconds to realize that i was standing on a fucking ice skating rink. I was unaware that mother nature was going to piss liquid precipitate all over my little corner of the universe and drop the temp. like a fat kid on stilts. I then looked at my chariot, respectively, her name is Cheryl. She’s a standard ‘07 Tacoma extended cab equipped with a 4.0 liter, V6 and a stench that’s only recognizable as a coalescence of cheap highschool beer, doobie ashes, and sex. She’s my woman. It almost brought me to my knees when i saw that she had turned into an ice cube overnight. I don’t mean that in some weak, metaphorical way. When i say my car looked like an ice cube, I’m saying that jack frost and a bunch of cock-charming butt buddies had a beat off competition on my car. So right now I’ve got my best finger pointed straight at the sky and left hand on my nuts because you don’t fuck with a man’s love.  Oh yeah here’s some pictures that i took today when i was baked. - Armand

I woke up at 2:00 PM today with cottonmouth and my birthday suit on. Fuck yeah. I switched my outfit out for some jeans and a hoody and almost busted my ass walking out of my garage. Still a little dazed, it took me a couple of seconds to realize that i was standing on a fucking ice skating rink. I was unaware that mother nature was going to piss liquid precipitate all over my little corner of the universe and drop the temp. like a fat kid on stilts. I then looked at my chariot, respectively, her name is Cheryl. She’s a standard ‘07 Tacoma extended cab equipped with a 4.0 liter, V6 and a stench that’s only recognizable as a coalescence of cheap highschool beer, doobie ashes, and sex. She’s my woman. It almost brought me to my knees when i saw that she had turned into an ice cube overnight. I don’t mean that in some weak, metaphorical way. When i say my car looked like an ice cube, I’m saying that jack frost and a bunch of cock-charming butt buddies had a beat off competition on my car. So right now I’ve got my best finger pointed straight at the sky and left hand on my nuts because you don’t fuck with a man’s love. 

Oh yeah here’s some pictures that i took today when i was baked.

- Armand

02.02.11
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White People Are Crazy.

Yes, the dominant race is indeed the craziest. You guys are the only people crazy enough to jump out of a plane with nothing, but some fucking strings and a blanket. Jean Pierre Blanchard was a crazy mother fucker among the likes of Tesla and Gary Busey. This video is just pure reinforcement of my theory as Kev takes a staple to the ass and pries it out with a butter knife. Don’t get me wrong, all my best friends are white, but I’ll be revisiting this topic so if your offended, relax, don’t be so “aggy”.

01.02.11
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Cuz there ain’t no such thing as half-way crooks.

http://www.slate.com/id/2245188/

I found this browsing the internet a couple of months ago. Wasn’t the point of prohibition to keep people from dying? So much for that idea…

01.02.11

The Bearpath Chronicles Pt.I

  • Armand: I don't know bro, that's kinda fucked up..
  • Chris: Listen, that birth certificate may say that she's 14, but that ass...says she's 14 & a HALF.
  • Your 20 years old. Nice.
01.02.11
On Point. Photo Cred: Yours truly. Taken With: Nikon D5000 Edited: Photoshop Cs4

On Point.

  • Photo Cred: Yours truly.
  • Taken With: Nikon D5000
  • Edited: Photoshop Cs4
01.02.11
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And this is for all the K.I.D.S. that still drink malt liquor. Put the poison in your body just to pass out quicker. Photo Cred: Chris Aranci Taken with: Nikon D5000 Edited: Photoshop Cs4

And this is for all the K.I.D.S. that still drink malt liquor. Put the poison in your body just to pass out quicker.

  • Photo Cred: Chris Aranci
  • Taken with: Nikon D5000
  • Edited: Photoshop Cs4
01.02.11
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The Start.

I’m Armand, anything more than that would be verbose.

I made this blog for the sole purpose of posting my pictures, music, and thoughts somewhere that doesn’t blow my shit up on a mini feed for various authorities and pre-adolescent kids who shouldn’t have Facebooks to see. One little fact unbeknownst to most people my age is that as long as your part of an institutional network, academic authorities and the dreaded “5-0” have access to not only your public posts, but also all the secrets we hoard away in the dirty locker we have come to known as an inbox.

I guess I’ll give you a little background info: I drink malt liquor, eat rice, and hate mashups. I hail from a small province in the Philippines called San Pedro where the only modes of transportation are shitty mopeds and your own two feet. Poor kids crowd the streets and old, neighborhood legends set up shop on the sidewalk where they literally sit and house multiple bottles of homemade moonshine for 3 sleepless days straight. In other words, think twice before you fancy yourself a drinker. 

So here it goes - either people will follow me because they like my words and endeavors or I’ll just get a bunch of shit from my friends.

- Armand

01.02.11