seanbaby

I started the day at 4 am to finish up a script, spent several hours being hilarious, and then Eddie and I drove over to train Amy into an engine of Muay Thai destruction. This picture was taken before she kicked through the time barrier and we stopped Joseph Stalin's Futuresaurs in the Old West.


Later we went to the Greg Hastings Paintball video game release party, titular paintball celebrity pictured above. Greg Hastings is much better at Greg Hastings Paintball than I am at Seanbaby Tank Battle, or at least would be if someone was awesome enough to invent Seanbaby Tank Battle.



As per my agreement with my liver, I got tore up.


Despite the fact that I had keg stands for dinner, Eddie and I are apparently the best virtual paintball players in the media, and won $1000 in the Greg Hastings Paintball tournament. I asked them just to throw the prize directly on us so we could swim in it, but it turns out it's almost impossible to swim in ten bills. We also discovered the floor hadn't been mopped that well since Bryan's mouth and throat (holding tap 1 picture up) violently rejected several seconds of his keg stand all over the floor.



Justin and David, two members of the media who are not as good as Eddie and I at Greg Hastings Paintball. Suck on it.


I did one for the road, since we were heading to the Hotel Roosevelt and I figured they'd make me drink out of a glass like some kind of fag.


We met up with Aeon, who, if she was our 14th president, would actually be named Franklin Pierce and be many years into a terrifying unlife, walking the Earth unkillable.


When we went to Fred 62's, Eddie and I remembered that we love Gabby.


Hal stopped by after a day of celebrity guesting at a porno convention. Don't be fooled by our clownery-- any one of us could kill you, and probably already has.


Hal brought a glass dildo that Gabby seemed to take to. Hal is a real sponge of knowledge, and brought this knowledge back from the convention: glass dildos aren't porous, so they don't spread disease. Which is great news for us, who after breakfast were planning on ramming it into many, many strangers without stopping to wipe it off then returning it to its swampy carrying bag to start again tomorrow. Thanks, physical properties of glass!

To see the rest of the last year or so of my life in pictures, you can go to my giant, unedited photo album that I really should spend several hundred hours organizing.