April 28th, 2008 | Al Lagura |

After Karting Jay, Barry, Alex and I head out first to House of Prime Ribs but the rest decided to cab it and it took them forever. Playing it safe by having a DD is a good choice instead of driving under the influence, our DD was Jay Pizo! We waited and waited and waited…

Some of my epic fotos got fuck up and I have no idea why… why does it do this? (see bottom right pics and there’s a reason why the fotos will be black and white)

Andy decided that it would be fucking funny for us to all wear fake mustache so he brought this package of fake mustaches. It was the most awesome shit ever. Here’s The Men of Mustache. Can you spot the Korean interpreter? The Pedophile? Adolf Hitler? The French man? Jackie Chink? The Beaner?

Look at the Chef or Pedro the Mexican cutting the meat, he takes out this Kart and cuts the meat in front of us… House of Cuts was pretty huge and apparently there’s a bigger cut but I’m coo with that. Jei could eat because after he was done eating with his food, he took a piece from Andy’s plate. MONSTER!

Jei the bachelor but he’s the Chinese/Korean interpreter tonight. The mustache looks so fitting on him. He could be the bastard child of Cheech and Chong!

Look how funny these mofos look. Alex mustache was perfect and he even has the Swedish accent to go with it. Even our waiter got into the whole fake mustache. How awesome is that shit?

After we were done eating, we walk outside and trying to plan things out see where we heading. Then all of a sudden this beat-up-crappy-piece-of-shit-limo from 1970 stop and asked where we heading. For 50 bucks for all us to head out to the next town, it was hard to turn it down so we all jump in to this ghetto ass limo. Inside had some empty bottles and it was a little sticky icky… NO! I’m not talking about that, the driver had some Ganja and he started passing it around. So we’re at this ghetto limo, driver is high and he’s going 100MPH in the streets of SF! Yeah it was that awesome.

The rest of the night was walking around SF and stopping at every single bar we could find. All the ladies was impressed by our mustache. They felt it and they thought it felt like heaven.