American Ass & Pals

How cool is the American Ass? Check out this photo of him with a female fan and Jon Mayer while out drinking in Sin City.

I'm sorry that you can't be me, or even the Heart-throb, but don't be jealous. Jealousy gets you nowhere in America. Hardwork, good looks, and pride is all that matters.

A Real American Under Attack

The Republican Party has decided to co-op the image and music of Johnny Cash to help support their ridiculous idea that they support the common, hard-working American during the RNC this week. This is the same crap the Reagin adminstration pulled during his re-election campaign by trying to use "Born in the USA" as their campaign anthem. Fortunately, Springsteen quickly vetoed that. However, Johnny doesn't have much say in the matter since he's been dead a few months.

There is a site dedicated to petitioning this, http://www.defendjohnnycash.org/. I say if you got a few minutes, give it a look.

Where I lay my head...

I have no idea where I got the cigarette, or what her name was. I only remember how nicely smooth shaven her legs were, and that I didn't end up passing out here. Good thing too, as this shot wasn't taken in someone's living room, this is in one of the upstairs "privacy rooms" of a certain house of ill repute. The Ass claims he had to carry me out before they called the police. He also snagged that lamp for our apartment, as it's chord was wrapped around my waist for some reason..

Starting down the trail of girlfriends we've blogged.

The Heart-throb's 1st victim. We were out for one of the rommates birthdays, otherwise we'd have not had the common sense to bring a damn camera. This sweet lass was at Lunch Paper, fresh in town on the 3rd leg of Bill Clinton's book signing tour. I think her name was Monique, or something. She was drinking Long Islands and requested Stray Cat Strut on the juke-box. Later that night, the Ass charged 3-7 Newcastles to her open tab. Thanks Daddy!

This new found source of free beer and attractive ladies inspired the Ass to bring his digital camera from now on, whenever we headed downtown. Needless to say, some wonderful photo-ops presented themselves.

Getting This Show On The Road...

Nothing gets the day started like rocking out (acoustically) atop the hood of an Oldsmobile Regency. Just don't tell the Ass, it's his car and he's trying to keep up the resale value.

This is how I like to start off everyday, rocking out (acoustically), and staying in touch with the sensitive artist inside...of our apartment building. You know, Neville, or Nell, or whatever her damn name is. She's a hottie and she totally digs my tie. She also likes the Ass' big ride, since she can squeeze 7 paintings into his trunk. Of course, his gas can leaks all over them.

A Glimpse at the Too Real Americans

Too Real Americans. The American Heart-throb (left) and the American Ass (right). They're gunning to blog your girlfriend.

Portrait of the Heart-throb

The one and only, the American Heart-throb.