PUT A RING ON IT

so my dad goes to the phillies game the other night, and today he walks into my room and goes: yo, last night I got to wear one of the phillies $12,000 world series ring.

talk about sittin in the diamond club…

so if you like homeless people, elaborate dinner parties, more homeless people, well kinda homeless people, camden and swine flu, all in all if you would like to be-dazzled…

EPB WENT TO WASHINGTON DC

and had a heart attack.

BELATED GOODBYES

pictures from the morning after prohibition when WE SAW MICHELLE OBAMA,

birthdays, thrift days and every daze in between…

reaction to Paris’ choice of BFF finalists. rachel to patrick: are you texting your friends to tell them?

i ate a lot…

and got lost in camden, narberth and radnor

stuck it to the man via profound knowledge of starbucks refill policy

snubbed someone

couldn’t convince anyone to watch chitty chitty bang bang with me
(the movie, unaffiliated with our dear friend’s maybe still together band- thought: chiddy chiddy gang bang would be a good title for that maybe still together band’s sex vid)

and spent too much time watching video’s on youtube with the word ‘cup’ in
the title

my next party trick:

what else to expect at the next party:

and any cup themed youtube search isn’t complete without:

CHANGE OF PACE

so i’m sitting in the car with ma gurl EPB -her car, respectively- and she suggests this thing, right- an idea, if you will (and you better)- that perhaps we should do something more here, instead of just uploading pictures of all yall’s good lookin mugs so that this isn’t just sort of a misplaced facebook album rebellion. so i’m sitting there, in that magnificent trooper of a car (she took the passenger side door off the other day– look!),

and i’m thinkin, yeh brah, why not? why not use this great world wide platform to bring our most intimate, hilarious, secretive, racist, offensive, endearing, naiive, heart warming and inspiring thoughts to you and yours?

and so, on this, the very day when i was first brought into this lazy, heat dazed, gulf-war-fearing-but-actually-just-kind-of-tolerating-cause-what-can-you-really-do-and-it’s-so-goddam-hot world, i present to you, oh vauled audience who graced us with nearly three hundred hits (281, to be precise) the other day, the first of hopefully many installments of quick witted, quick written posts typed in a browser confined to its smallest possible size on a computer screen that faces the rest of the office where you should currently be doing work but it’s your birthday and your last day and you really just don’t want to-

THINGS THAT I DIG:

 

well, ok, like ten minutes have gone by and i haven’t found anything suitable for posting yet and i really do need to get back to work. but trust us, this is gonna happen.

and it’s going to be great.

“HERE’S GONNA BE MY PICKUP LINE!”

in honor of the driest [albeit rainiest] summer we’ve had in a while, we decided to get down like it was 1929…

SIEZE THE DAY

PIT STOPS

we here at TPW have been on the road a bit these past few days, and just otherwise busy basking in the general awesomeness that is our lives, so occasionally we’re gonna spice things up with some mini posts and probably other posts of just awesome things we like. [hint: lawyers guns and money (O HAI DEA).]

so keep checking back and the like. summer’s still kickin and we’ve got a party in the works. who knows, maybe you’ll be featured soon. gon’ be some crazy times to come.

so if you like the license plate game, word play, hide and go seek, healthy eating and sinful indulgences, click here…

WORTH THE WET

baby went to XPN, did a little flirting, got a backstage pass,
it was so gold, so gold…

 

PETER BJORN AND JOHN

BACK TO THE FUTURE

if you want to see some very mad [wo]men, yearn for a way out of the ghetto, can unravel the secret of quantum physics of solace, like chess and guns, have an iphone, a blackberry, or both, or have ever wondered what
bamboo tastes like as smoke, click here:

CAPE CRUSADES

spent a lazy weekend down by the bay where the kathryn-melons grow…