I meet up with boorite and we head to the local liquor store where he buys several hundred tiny bottles of booze which he plans to sell on the airplane to the SW at a 300% markup. I grab a pic by holding my camera out the window.

The porn store outside of the bar where boorite goes to buy all his novelties. He proudly showed us his Golden Pass which garners him an extra 15% off. He's also showed us his dildo punch card. Only two more and he'll have enough for a free one!

I made the mistake of leaving my camera in boorite's car. He left it at his building and I picked it up the next day to find that he'd snapped a couple pics of himself. If someone left their camera in my car, you can be sure there'd be pics of my ass on their film.

Wirthling displays his proficiency at Grand Theft Auto III. I am ashamed at how much fun I had playing this game, pulling people out of their cars and beating them. I got to drive a fire truck, though, so it made it all ok.

I snap a shot of us two big beefy flannel clad men. Shortly after this was taken we carjacked the truck in the background. Wirthling drove while I climbed onto the hood and jumped into the truck bed while careening down I95 at 70 mph. We had trouble separating reality and GTA III. But now I have a new truck.

Wirthling's yuppie mobile. Fear him. And while you're at it, wish you could be me. 'Cuz I got to drive it.

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This is wirthling's yuppie mobile. My captions are out of synch.

Wirthling, evil_d and kaufman sit at the bar in Dave & Buster's.

We played pool. We all sucked. Especially me. When we were getting ready to leave some little kids came up and asked me if they could play when we were done. I didn't have the heart to tell them it was $14 an hour. So wirthling and I beat them up and stuffed them in a closet.

Wirthling prepares for Toborization.

Mike rips shit up at the skee ball lanes.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Kaufman calculates the trajectory needed to pop the cue ball off the table and hit a waitress in the head, thereby knocking a full pitcher of beer into wirthling's mouth. He forgets to carry a one and scratches.

One of wirthling's Satanic cats.

The other of wirthling's Satanic cats. Any rumors you hear in regards to any cat fucking incedents are whole and completely untrue. Mostly.

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Wirthling sucks! at pool.

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IN BRAD WE TRUST!

Holy shit Gabe, you and Wirthling look like a pair of hired heavies, if I were evil_d, I would've cacked it and ran off, screaming.

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Holy crap! I'm FAT! I had no idea.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

There's a happy ending, though. I whacked the waitress on the head with my poolcue and got the pitcher anyway. Nobody else was drinking, so I compensated by drinking a lot. I'm not sure, but I think Gabe and I are married now.

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I'm not sure, but I think Gabe and I are married now.

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Kaufman calculates the trajectory needed to pop the cue ball off the table and hit a waitress in the head, thereby knocking a full pitcher of beer into wirthling's mouth. He forgets to carry a one and scratches.

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New Stripcreator truisim:

If you are a male stripcreator regular, you:
1) have facial hair, or
2) wear flannel, or
3) both.

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When they invent BookFace, I'm -there-.

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I'm having a psychic flash forward to the next Photoshop contest...

I'm also having a psychic flash forward to the winner of the contest, who deletes wirthling's body and boorite's pants...

Damn, I'm jealous. :(

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New Stripcreator truisim:

If you are a male stripcreator regular, you:
1) have facial hair, or
2) wear flannel, or
3) both.

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I don't own any flannel shirts. But now I see that if I make it to a SC get-together, I'll have to wear one. Even if it's 95 degrees in the middle of August.

I think I'm afraid to make any more strips or photo-edit entries making fun of Wirthling. I sense that he could crush me beneath his little finger if so inclined.

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...Trot and Cap'n Bill were free from anxiety and care. Button-Bright never worried about anything. The Scarecrow, not being able to sleep, looked out of the window and tried to count the stars.

Evil_D looks like one of the Yukka Brothers from MTV.

He looks a little like andydougan aswell, perhaps they ARE the Yukka brothers.

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I've heard worse comparisons.

Well, actually, I don't have any idea who these "Yukka Brothers" are, so maybe I haven't heard worse comparisons, but just don't realize it.

Ignorance is bliss.

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The what mentioned above is total fiction. Please don't take it seriously!

I would generally consider that an insult.

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Here are the two middle Jukkas.

It's the haircut more than anything that does it.

Another rule of stripcreatordom:

Those who have the word "evil" in their handle are the least evil looking in real life.

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I'm having a psychic flash forward to the next Photoshop contest...

I'm also having a psychic flash forward to the winner of the contest, who deletes wirthling's body and boorite's pants...

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Wirthling doesn't look like his other "real pic" suggests, the long hair, cheeky smile, amputated body.

This is what I kind of expected:

well YOU photoshop the body!

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Oops, forgot a couple.

This was when wirthling's roommate Maxine bet him $50 that he wouldn't streak two blocks through downtown Annapolis. He would have made it, too, if that fucking Navy puke hadn't clotheslined him.

This is a picture of a little surprise I left in one of the vents in wirthling's house. He probably would have found it if I hadn't shoved it back in a few feet with a broom handle.

This lovely young lady ran into us at Dave & Buster's. She made the mistake of betting us a flash of her breasts that kaufman couldn't recite pi to five hundred decimal places in under two minutes while playing House of the Dead 2. As you can see, she lost.

Mike learns all about rohypnol when he wakes up in the Victoria's Secret changing room in a lovely little red satin number. Always order a fresh drink when you come back from the bathroom.

After everyone telling me that the old slinky on the escalator is bullshit, I prove them wrong with a dozen of them that I 'borrowed' from a nearby Kaybee Toys. I do feel bad about that lady tripping, but what an action shot!

Wirthling didn't believe that a billiard ball will fit into a mouth but won't come out. Can you believe that goon? There was a crowd of about four hundred people by the time the EMTs got there. Rather ironic, wouldn't you say? He always thought he'd be the one with the crowbar.

A photo shoot wouldn't be complete without our reenactment of the ending scene from 'The Full Monty'. It was nice of the other gents to inform me that they were planning on wearing jocks. It was fucking cold in there, dammit!

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Here's an idea, Gabe - upload the pics before linking to them. :)

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What are you talking about? I see the photos just fine.

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