My peeps

I've had dyed hair, long hair, mohawk and shaved head. I was punk rock when it wasn't cool (or homogonous crap manufactured by bubble gum machine at disney factory). I pierced my ear (and bad attempt nose) with needle and potato. I've been kicking dickies for so long, there permenant impression of label on my ass. I don't care if people stare. Take a picture, it lasts longer. That is my motto.

So that's what I do to others. These are my peeps. They are not afraid to let it out, some are wing nuts and others do not have any friends (they would stop them from leaving the house).



Grandpa Ramone:
I'm getting up there in age, and I'm sure my kids kids will be embarressed by my dress and behavior. This guy is trying so hard to impress his sketcher girlfriend, he must have walked into a skate shop and screamed "make me look cool!" Hey gramps, I'm pretty sure she's gonna leave you when the viagra runs out or the ghost of Joey Ramone shows up.



Note: if you are wearing new Ramones t-shirt, if it is NOT a replacement for the one your dog ate, or you just discovered band.

Then you are a squid.



Crayola called, they want all their colors back:
God has blessed this woman, with the largest set of gonads on earth. She did this on purpouse. I love her.


















Achtung!
This look died with the third riech. And rightfully so. It's hard to see, but yes this a Hitler mustache.