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I Have Crappy Hobbies! |
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I certainly do, but this is definitely not one of them. At no point in time have I ever been able to play the piano, much less an organ with two rows of keys and a bunch of confusing pedal things. This organ came 900 miles from Washington to California from my Gramma's neighbor. My Gramma bought it for 200 dollars. It ended up costing 500 dollars to install a hitch on the van and rent a U-Haul trailer to take it back here. At least I got some use out of the damn thing for this picture. |
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Here's something I actually like to do. Playing the bass is fun and brings me joy. I try to do it every day but I have trouble keeping to doing things. I'm lazy. I'm playing a Majority Swan song during this picture. Damn that band kicks ass. |
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Eww. Senior pictures. I look really really dumb without facial hair. I just look like a nerdy weirdass serial rapist. Oh hey, I just realized that this is the speaker box for that organ thing. But man, I'm glad I'm out of high school. I'm at community college now! It still feels like high school though. |
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This is my brother. He just graduated college. He moved back in. |
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Back to hobbies, eh? These are my wonderful guns. They're not real guns, mind you, but airsoft and bb guns. The desert eagles are my favorite; they're gas powered. That thing stings like a mofo! |
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And here I am cocking the gun. I feel like experimenting. |
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Ahh, I do believe we have found a victim. A garbage can with a recently changed garbage bag...now watch! |
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Hoo ya, watch it blow that bag away. This looks much cooler in person because I could not get the camera to take the picture at the moment the gun fired...I was pretty close with this one, but it happened so fast that you can't even see the blur of the gun recocking itself. I feel like shooting a dog... |
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Hey hey hey it's video recording equipment! This has nothing really to do with my hobbies unless you can connect it to the marijuana thing. I am holding onto this for some dude that owes me money, but I am going to sell it because he's taking too long to pay me back. Anyone interested? |
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Hey, it's the back of my van. Well, not my van; it's my mom's. She's away in Washington right now at my Gramma's so I have it indefinitely. Woo hoo! Time to stock up on Febreeze. |
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I guess I sort have been neglecting the van without my mom hassling me to keep care of it. Notice the layer of dirt on the van...writing stuff on the back window is fun. My friend wrote on there "I wish I had a girlfriend as dirty as my car" and I thought it was funny. In a stoned stupor I turned on the back windshield wiper with fluid going and it was ruined. At least the Bad Religion logo is still intact. |
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Hey, get off my driveway! You can come on inside and drink some cocoa. Just let me open the door first...these doorknobs can be tricky sometimes...fuck it, just come in through the back. |
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What is that? An alien, perhaps? I'm scared! |
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Back to Jeremy |
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