dawg-washaaa....

the cranes overseas adventures are about to come to a temporary end as he embarks on a journey back into the world of barely legal academia.....kudos to him.....but poor me as i have already publicly announced my inability to handle his intensity on a regular basis and now the winding down partying has exponentiated his intensity causing us to get drunk 5x more often but more importantly i'm getting punched 50x an hour rather than 25x an hour......regardless of my whining, abundance of leisure and liquor are great catalysts for photoblogs and story telling....

i used to post pictures of this couple as an awesomely awkwardly awestruck scenario of luvy duvy affection....my initial reaction has changed....now as laura put it best "why do the 2 of them have to be all over each other all the time, must they talk so close? oh, he's basically sucking her cheeck off"

so friday night didn't begin at night...rather friday night started with friday morning emails. my "letting myself go" routine led me to head over to willie's apt (currently inhabited by larry) at 2pm and we ensued to down a bottle of vodka by 5pm and passing out till 7pm....i headed home and rested in hangover mode for almost 5 hours until i returned to the apt to find larry, having lost no steam, with willie and bennet on the way to 'the lab'.  larry is in no need of an alterego and the crane is probably only a comical adjectif for pun purposes relating to me, but if he were to have a mr hyde it'd be less mister and more canine.....barking like a dog and chasing after dogs is common routine for him but this time he decided to cross the street and yell at cars before we arrived at the bar....

untamed wilderbeasts got nothing on lars in terms of appetite and rage....and hygiene....

we came back to the willie's apt sans bennet to finish up the remaining vodka only to have larry whining about cigarettes and food...and so we trekked down the street to the convenience store for noodles and sandwiches with larry topless...me and willie following behind hiding under our umbrellas from the rain holding a bottle of shampooo..

i've spent routine days with larry heading to the gym, going for dinner then out to drinks with him eventually passing out on the couch and the next day we'll head back out to the gym together....all whilst him NOT SHOWERING AT ALL....he claims to make cameo's back home every 24hours or so for 30 minutes only to shower and change, but this night had gone long enough where getting the man to wash up could be parlayed in the form of comical relief......

cold noodles and microwavable chicken burgers took priority.....then...SHAMPOO.

the rain didn't have enough water pressure so larry had to come home and use kramers elephant showerhead to rinse off....might have had too much power causing him to slip and fall...

 like most attention deficient altered-beasts...a bump and a bruise can be quickly forgotten with the sight of food....

the previous weekend, the 2 homeboys, larry and willie, woke up after a heavy friday night and barged into my apt saturday morning waking me up with beers and sandwiches....finally after getting up i headed to the shitter to....shit. larry breaks the lock and dumps beer on my head.  this weekend...they woke up and started drinking again.....NUTS!