Abatha Christie Week 3!

Abatha Christie celebrated a friend's birfday. Her friend happens to share a birfday with the United States of 'merica, which means there was lots of lots of drinking. And then someone found this old funfetti cake. And I say old because it was made nearly a week prior to consumption, which happened right then and there, on the floor, with 4 people and some forks. Abatha Christie had a fleeting thought that funfetti cake might not be good for her, but the thought was quickly washed away by the four or five beers she had that day. Oddly enough, she never had a thought that the beers might not be good for her.

Happy Birfday, 'merica.

A way to win

This just in: http://www.iaretalk.com/2009/06/robert-pattinsons-abs-are-fake.html
It is yet another way to compete, but if a judge is able to determine the falsity of the abs you lose. Keep that in mind.

El Abogado week 3!!!

El Abogado enjoys a relaxing read to take his mind off of the heat. And off of all his rich clients whose money will soon belong to him so that he can purchase more protein shakes. Naturally he reads about other abogados. Ones who aren't quite as good. And by not quite as good, El Abogado means laughably terrible compared to his phenomenal capabilities.

I shoot to kill! Emiliano Abgato Week 3

Hola All, It is I Emiliano! Yes I am holding a gun, and yes it is cocked. Look at my moustache! I have been trying to stir up revolution, but no luck. I now have a Native American Forest Spirit helping me. We initially did not see eye to eye, but 4 days in my closet and 1 vision quest later we are on the same page. While I do not like mosquitoes, I grudgingly accept their place in the ecosystem (frogs would die without them, and I love frogs). The gun was Edo's idea. He said people tend to listen, (or pretend to listen) to people with guns. From my dry run in the mall the other day I have to agree.

Def'n Pic Week 3 - Tizona

Full of ice cream, horchata and potential! - free of regrets. Week three's 'bout to be the "third time's the charm"!!!

Week 3!

Hello Everyone. This is your post for Week 3. By now we should have all settled into a schedule of exercise, diet, and/or sloth. Results will really start to show soon, and hopefully front runners will emerge. The rankings did weird somersaults, and for the 3rd week in a row we have a new leader. Abstrodinary gentlemen I give you week 2's winners: for the second week in a row, Tizona has been the most abventurous, with El Abogado in second and Emiliano Abgato in third. In the definition arena Emiliano Abgato placed first, in second comes Abble Jacks, and with a three way tie for third Tizona, El Abogado, and Crunch Breakspine. Remember that your definition pictures should try to show maximum definition, this means lines. A flat stomach is nice, but this is a six-pack competition, so we need to see lines. It doesn't matter if they are lines from muscle, or the air-brush tan stuff Nelly Furtado used in the music video Promiscuous.

Amerigo Vespucci! Week 2

Conquering the world one car seat at a time.

Emiliano Abgato Abventure Dos!

Recently, while tromping through the swamps of North Carolina, I came across a Native American spirit creature. He refused to tell me his name so I called him Edorohet (Edo for short) and took him to my house. We had a dance party where he gave me spirit powers, but then got into an argument over ecological politics. I said that mosquitoes should be destroyed and he insisted they were a valuable part of a fragile system, and that without them all life would tumble down. About half a bottle of whiskey into it we started to raise our hands and voices at each other (like in the picture!). By the time we finished the bottle we were mud-wrestling. I tied him up and put him in my closet to let him cool off. It has been 3 days and he is more pissed than ever!

Abatha Christie week 2

Haha, no caption was sent to me, so I get to rant! Have you ever thought about how useless the backstroke is? It is probably the most useless swim stroke in the world, mostly because you can't see where your going, you are super slow, and you look super pretentious performing an unavailing and borderline degrading action.

Mr. Wilku week 2

Hey, this title Rhymes. This picture comes to us from the loving country of Ecuador, where winter currently holds the land in an icy grip!!

Abventure 2: Customs

This morning I had to go to Barajas airport (which isn't that far, but half of Madrid's metro staff are on strike today, so it took >2hrs) to pick up an all-important package that got stuck in customs (how could I have expected to live in Spain for a yr with out an ample supply of York Peppermint Patties??)

I figured while I was there I might as well elucidate the solution to salient pending dilemma: How am I supposed to get back to the states a year from now, armed with such a lethal weapon as my pack will soon be?

I asked the question to the customs official, but my Spanish must not have been clear enough, so I proceeded to lift my shirt to demonstrate... and before I could reveal my pack in its entirety,
one of the officials jumped the counter and was waving his arms hysterically trying to get me to drop my weapon. He didn't bother dislodging his baton or his gun, because after all, he knew that for combating my pack those weapons were as good as a lone man wielding a melting ice cream cone would be to halt a stampeding pack of horsemen. No match for my pack.


(photo semi-discretely taken before all the action at Customs by a very bemused man from Cuenca who later, bizarrly enough, scribbled down his # and passed it to me as he was fleeing the scene. )

As I had not intended to cause such great alarm, I lowered my weapon and attempted to explain my question again. The guard and all involved were audibly relieved at my alleged surrender, and the guard gradually came to understand my question about how to return home with my pack. He gave me an honest answer that I would not be permitted to board a plane possessing such a weapon, and that it would unequivocally be detected if I attempted to penetrate security. He proceeded to explain that because loaded firearms are prohibited to be sent via mail, I would also not be able to send my pack home by mail. Lastly, he then divulged in a hushed voice that if I was unwilling to surrender my weapon, in reality, my only option would be to swim to Morocco, trek my way over to Somalia, make good friends with an adept clan of pirates assume a pirate name ("Redbeard" ), bombard and conquer a ship and redirect it round the globe to NC. It seems reasonable enough, but alas, that's another adventure in it of itself and will only prove to be absolutely necessary if in another 7 weeks I have succeeded in creating the master weapon. Until then, I'm abpropriately noting that it's best to keep even a 2-packer concealed as it has the potential to cause great undue alarm (and/or intrigue (if you're a strange man from Cuenca...)).

-Tizona

2pacx3 adventure

2PACX3 packed his cigarettes, and was all ready to take an abventure in the desert sands of the middle east. Sadly, after spending the night before doing situps in the cold, he caught pnemonia and was rushed to the hospital. home once more, 2pacx3 can't really eat, nor can he do any situps... so he's feeling lithe at least. remember kids, when the doctor gives you pills, always take them with water!

Crunch Breakspine! Week 2

This week Crunch has learned a valuable lesson. It was "Don't forget to put your stuff where it belongs, or else it just gets lost in the couch." Related note, Crunch was able to post this image after an exhaustive search for his camera.

2Pac x 3 Week 2

sweaty for your love

El Abogado Week 2/Abenture 1

El Abogado was walking out of the Courthouse with conviction #147 under his belt. "Good," he muttered to himself, shifting his briefcase to his right hand, "another abhorrent threat to society locked away." This was a big conviction - a double homicide combined with a DUI and illegal elk smuggling. All of the sudden El Abogado was on the ground, staring up into the sunlight, a menacing figure looming over him. "Your abs can't save you now!" said the figure, and El Abogado the figure. It was a perp he locked up for indecent exposure a year before. He finally got out and obviously had a grudge against our esteemed hero. Luckily the perp was four foot five and not approaching muscular; the assault was a fool's errand. After a not very prolonged fight, the perp was bloodied and brought into the halls of justice by El Abogado himself. The only damage sustained to El Abogado was a ripped shirt. Justice arrived.