I’m just now starting to remember what the hell was happening at the Bring Your Own Blogger BBQ. Lack of sleep, copious amounts of alcohol and, erm, yeah have contributed to my recollection inability.
From looking at the pictures though it seems that folks enjoyed themselves. And more importantly, it looks like I enjoyed my own damn self [ll]. Wouldn’t it have been ridiculous to spend all my money and not have had a good time?
Good times, good times…
Shouts to the Flawless Hustle homie GABEROCKKA (who shall heretoafter be referred to as GABE SB) and his boy Forest Beats for holding the lens and a modicum of sobriety.
The crew, RAFI KAM. DP, GABE SB and Forest
That’s me surrounded by pretty little smellgoodes. Can you say ‘Win nah’?
General Steele! BCC is in the hizzzouse!
Superstar GABE SB
Che Grand x GABE SB x GABE’s lady KATE (rawwwwrrr!)
Someone here has clearly had too much Arnold Palmer on HGH.
I think I might have been singing ‘Lean On Me’. [ll].
No one was fuxing with my R.L. cabana boy shirt.
Forest, GABE SB, Dre and his shorty.
In the future, if I tell you that I am planning an event, big or small, make sure you are up in that piece. So at least you can remind me what the fux happened.
Will def. try to make the next event.
By the way, I had to write some marketing material to discourage college students from cashing their financial aid checks at check cashing joints. I showed “Checkmate” to the others working on the project with me. The word “brilliant” and props were given to you and Rafi.
Dallas, your paisley RL is definitely on 1000 Trillion, B!
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cosign. Dallas’ shirt>>
Looks like you New Yorker’s sure know how to throw a Barbie. 40’s grill skills are impressive. As fans of good Rum the Missus and I have been enjoyin your punch concoctions dP.
G_ArMa
ca’ get a platter to go?