Our trip to the tattoo parlor at Sheppard. Think we called the first guy Willie or something, he had a weird name. Yup, that's me thuggin there in the midle. And Lambert on the end there.







Ever wonder what a group of people do while they wait for orders after washing out of an Air Force training school? Now you know.








Just one of the ways to get into a shower.




















Who's that pimp eating a popsicle? Yes those dog tags go pretty far down.







Mmmmm, chilled monkey brains. Notice how I'm more worried about the hair than the fact that he's trying to stab me with a spoon.














Steak N' Shake, the only place to be after a New Years Milenium rave.