Busy day at work today, but I want to put something up for my loyal minions. I have a collection of silly Photoshops that I’ve done over the last year and a half, and I thought I’d share a few. Most of them make fun of Monster and/or Bobby – so this should be good for a cruel laugh.
About a year ago, Bobby shared a story with us about how he woke up on his front lawn with his pants off. But who hasn’t? I quickly whipped this up and sent it to 100 of our closest friends. The picture of Bobby was taken from a photo of him spinning some woman on a dance floor. I simply took the cha-cha and fashioned it into an incapacitating outdoor hangover.
Then I got a little more creative…
And then it just got downright disturbing…
I have many more silly creations and will do this again the next time I’m strapped for material. Off to the Pixies tonight, then I’m going into hiding to recover from this zany week. Stay real.
This story is funnier than Bobby’s Dellano story combined with his waking up in Nashville’s Gran Ole’ Oprey story.
I mean his ex-wife didn’t even yell at him – all she did was throw his pants that she picked up on the front lawn at him and said – ‘I am disappointed in you’. Nothing worst than that… someone being disappointed in you.
Actually it was this summer that the ole Bopper passed out in the lawn. I actually remember the story fair-lee-well. We were at a Nextel, Blackberry, SalesForce.com networking event. It was open bar at Whiskey Park or whatever that place is. Him and his buddy Joe were pounding the vodka martini’s. Out of no where Bobby is walking across the room and falls over – totally loses balance if it wasn’t for my friend Neville and me grabbing him at the last minute before he hit the ground. It was like turning a light off though – one minute he was fine and the next minute he could barely stand. There is more to the story – but I guess to make it shorter – Joe took him home and proped him up on the porch and took off. I guess Joe was afraid of getting in trouble so he left Bobby on the porch and woke up all the neighbors as he left. Bobby supposedly crawled out to the grass, which is where his pants were found. How he got onto the kitchen/living room floor – I think Joe came back and put him inside – but Bobby can answer that best.
I now have an identity!
Was that so hard? You whiny little frig-face!
No kidding Doyle – signing up for Dave’s blog I am sure is way easier than when you had to sign up as a Sex Offender.
Don’t take that tone with me boys!
While we’re on the subject of drunken messes, how bout when Monster knocked out Corey in the middle of the street.
My favorite was the time he brought home the shirt sleeve of the guy he beat up like a scalp. I’m gonna stop right there actually as that would make a good “Tall Tale”.
It was like a scene out of Lord of the Flies. And you know Doyle – You are the one that started that whole mess.
Pye,
Which one of your clown friends mixed up the wrestler Ted Deviosi with his actual name Ted Dibiasi?
That’s an embarrassment…
It is actually – Ted DiBiase – and every man has his price. I guarantee this imposter’s price is going to be a size 14″ gator right up his arse and show his Irish insides some outside style.
You and your friends sound like a bunch of drunks that should be doing a lot more with their lives. It is sites like yours that disguist me Dave Pye. Your poster Monster sounds retarded, but this guy should be ashamed of himself.