MUST LOVE DOGS.
Lightspeed.
WEIRD. Oh, WIRED.
Fax of life.
As I was saying, Nick needs to be institutionalized.
Dorian Hood(rich).
Trippin’.
Cheeko chicas.
Ace is wild.
Back to work.
by bobbyhundreds
Lightspeed.
WEIRD. Oh, WIRED.
Fax of life.
As I was saying, Nick needs to be institutionalized.
Dorian Hood(rich).
Trippin’.
Cheeko chicas.
Ace is wild.
Back to work.
by bobbyhundreds
Welcome to the THSF House. Like my coatrack?
Tony is famous. And well-read.
Icons.
Mmmm soup.
Self-distractions.
Self-destruction.
The Hundreds’ inter-office memo.
Head to toe.
Tools of the trade.
Instant classic.
Here’s a story, although it’s kinda hard to explain through these pictures, but I’ll do my best. The other night, Alex was locked out, so he climbed out onto this fire-escape. Now, see that window there? That’s the window to Tony’s room. Somehow, he leapt from this fire-escape to that 5-inch ledge. Mind you, we’re 3 floors up and that’s a 6-foot gap.
The bottom window doesn’t open, so while standing on the ledge, he had to pry open the top pane, and somehow snake through this opening head-first.
You can still see the marks from where he was standing on the sill.
He’s alive and well, and out in New York now. So if you see him in the city, give him a nice big wallop in the Adam’s apple for me.
by bobbyhundreds
Remember Joey from yesterday? He just sent in some photos of his cousin and homeboy.
Adam and I have the same facial expression right now.
by bobbyhundreds
Back in the Bay.
The Hundreds San Francisco.
POST.
Al hunted a velociraptor.
I met Joey and his girl this afternoon. Great kids.
Por vida.
Nick is sick.
Gotta give it to TylerSpencer for this one. Count ‘em, 100 fiberoptic lights.
Blackintosh.
The wizard behind the curtain.
Long day. But when the bartender’s rocking your logo tee, it takes the edge off.
Reporting live from the freeway sidelines,
It’s Big Bert to the rescue.
by bobbyhundreds
