Olde Timey Medicine.

Pretty much forgot about this shit. Here are some photos from the last month or so.

Trend setting.

Damn he's a conscious motherfucker.

Natas spin.

Spendo's vegan crack nails.

Canadien got roughed up.

Fuck it.

Graduation time.

Hands of sin.

Cuba's Purple Passion glasses.

This tag has been chilling in my hood for some time. It basically describes the meaning of life.

You do what the CEO tells you to do.

No Thoemo.

No shirt, off his tiny face near a gay club.

1-888-666-2012 beef.

Couch surfing crack monster, are you retarded?

P.S. It's G-bones 20th birthday. Imagine he's 20 and still alive.

Ancient war chant, sweet love forever, green as shit.

Nothing really matters toooo meeeeeeee.

Don't miss this jaw dropper.

Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and getting dubbed.

Ultimate job posting for Giovanni. "No experience, no problem."

Roll up the weed and ignite the fire.

Staring into the future.

Special guest, Pirate Radio DJ Chris Sheppard returns.

Fade to black.

The party was full of celebrity guests. 

"Where you been at?" "What do you mean?"

Laffy Taffy.

DGK pro model 40oz.

"What does POV mean?"

"I always thought it meant Pussy on Vagina?"

- Joshubra

Smack your bitch up.

A little bit of fettucini alfredo, booze and confetti. Get buck. 

                                                                                        (Photo jacked from cait)

Pleasures of Pleasureness.

Crack re-edit right hurrrrrrr.

Sobering Down.

It is a montage. 

Here's a treat from a next level sesh with the boys that was on the Tap. Die-lon man, I thought you were gonna ask for the re-edit yo? Who's Richard?

You'll need a ladder that's FORVER.

YO MAAWWWWWWWWWW sighting.

 Chopping Block.

The wizard of Oz with a camera. 

D. Cherry's kits are next level.

Pablo Joshybar.

Loose lids.

Double wammie, eggs and hammie.

Blackout times call for blackout measures.

Friday June 5th, 2009. The day that 'Partyboy' returned.

This book's GREEN AS FUCK.