Vacation, Photoes, Stories, & Other Non-Sense

Starting Up Again

2011-08-15T19:36:00.001-04:00

Its been a long hiatus, so lets think of this as the start again. I will begin to post many over due tales of adventure and exploration. So be ready for the start.

You're slipping

2007-11-03T02:56:00.000-04:00

What no new stories from our adventures in Utah with Shafik, or how you, Dave and the team bonded while collecting data???

Senator Biden Mocks Indian-American Minority

2006-07-11T22:48:00.000-04:00

As seen on drudgereport.com, during June 17 2006 Democratic Senator Joesph Biden from Deleware insulted the indian minority population of Deleware by saying in jest or truthfully that all the dunkin donuts of his state are run by indians and you need to speak indian before you go in, feeding into a horrible stereotype, showing a closed mindness not expected from an offical of such a high office and possible 2008 presidential canidate. He is the top democrat of the Foreign relations committe of the senate, so such comments are puzzling, I suppose he figured no one watches C-span but he forget C-span caters to the blogger generation. You can read about this at the following website http://www.drudgereportarchives.com/dsp/search.htm?searchFor=biden . I urge you all so basically John, that read my blog to pass along this and email him for a formal apology rather then saying his qoute was out of context, I want him to go on ZeeTv (Indian BET) and do like Trent Lott and tell about his love for Indians. So email him at http://biden.senate.gov/contact/emailjoe.cfm for a truly formal apology. Us indians are fairly apathetic thinking that this is how america is be abused and mocked for 100yrs then get repriations, well i'm tired of this over 20+ yrs of looking the other way and laughing each time giving back a piece of my soul no more this time its to far he needs to apologize, just like catholics being upset by 'Da Vinci Code' or the Brooklyn art museum piece. So if you have a conscience you will email him and pass this information along.

The retold history of the man behind the blog

2006-07-06T09:46:00.000-04:00

SACHI...THE HISTORY unbridged version 2.0:

...he moved to Japan where he founded extreme robot wrestling (ERW) . The japanese people were angered at first that a brown man could come and bring them so much pleasure, however, they realized the fight was useless and embraced his unrelenting will. This embrace lasted all of 15 minutes.

After naming him the savior of robot entertainment, they made him supreme ruler of robotland. Robotland, as most everyone knows, is actually a town on the outskirts of legoland. It was here he found peace and tranquility.

In the beginning, he ruled the robots as any good ruler would, with an cast iron fist. Later, however, he began to crave more power as he lavished in all of his 12 year old glory, much like Tsou Tijger in the last emperor. But, alas, he was not satisfied just ruling robotland.
In his hunger for power he tried to overthrow the tzar of legoland with his legion of robots and did so, unrelentingly. The lego wars, which only lasted about two weeks were....version 3 to follow

The untold history of the man behind the blog

2006-06-22T21:49:00.000-04:00

SACHI...THE HISTORY abridged version 1:

A long time ago, Sachi was born on a Nazi Native American reservation in the deep south. He was raised on goats blood and chili from his caretakers until he was 4 because they believed it to be a purification ritual and right of passage for young serpent like men. Little did they know, he was part dogwood tree.

Throughout his childhood he learned from his "people" to hate any and all humanlike creatures. Especially those with webbed feet. It wasn't until he worked for the 21st century Acoustic specialists that he met and befriended a webbed foot albino who he would later share a productive hand modeling career with. That tale will be saved for a later time though....

At an early age, he was taught diligently from his prostitute mentors about the true hooking lifestyle. One specific lesson taught was "a penny earned is a penny most likely covered with an STD". It wasn't until he witnessed a life altering sadomasochistic act that he finally learned to stay away from small change; mostly because it may have been up someone else's ass. This outlook change led him to focus all his attention on developing his inhumanly strength acquired from wrestling baby gorilla's for cheese. His talent for confusing primates was relentless which led him to adapt them into his lucha libre style of wrestling. This style was later stolen by WWE's DX (shameless Amir reference) and used in many made-for-TV movies like Nacho Libre to mock the hobbit like half breed. After being thrown to the wolves (literally), a disheartened Sachi sought out to start his own sports/fitness clubs at the age of 8, but with no capital gains to substantiate his existence he...........version 2 to follow

Neelam's Birthday Festivities (Patel's Keep Growing)

2006-06-12T16:50:00.000-04:00

This was a day of great of celebration for another Patel came into this world tipping the balance of power in favor of their ranks. One of their greatest warrior's of the Patel klan the prodigal daughter, Princess Neelam a.k.a Neelbert was born. Well on this day the warrior's life is revisited from her training stints in the hills of Ancient Edison to her time as holder of the truth in the Big City (I would say gotham but I'm sure DC would sue my ass faster then I can say Johnny Cochorane, ohh and he is dead). The first picture you see here is of the great warrior training with her light saber against the groggen better known as Drunkness Fratisa Boyus. In her left hand you see her "light saber" (Hair straightner) and in her right hand an elixar of power (ice tea and malibu rum) to help fight the gorggen and keep her strength for the long road ahead.

Here one of Neelbert's posse manners demonstrates the art of glowstick-fu and how this will enable her to protect both herself and Neelbert from impending attacks of Big Bird, and Oscar the Grouch. The warrior (Ami "The Annihilator" Patel) is doing a series of complex hand movements with her battle elements creating an illusion of many arms it has been hence labled "The many arms of Shiva." You can see Neelbert and V for Vip not Vendetta are throughly engrossed, thrilled and scared.

Here stand 4 men and one Mongolian about to embark on a night like no other that will bond them for life. The face of angst that resides on LouRoc's mug says it all, its go time, some of them don't realize the impending doom others just mock it or wag their Gene Simmion Tongue for tonight was the night of Neelberts birthday and this men would have to come into action like never before. Saving lives, having vommit scrapped off their shoes and just avoiding the general debauchery. Never forget, never forget.

Gathered around the mighty orb, these brave young men lead by the fearless SB attempt to approach some harpies on their voyage through the new york city club sea, using the the mighty orb as a direction finder and metric for success. As these mighty modern day vikings go on their quest they bow their heads in respect and pray to mighty VERIZON. All hail VERIZON, in the circle is the belly of Big O, the mighty arms of Jesus, the fingers of Twinkinator, and the back of LouRoc's scalp.

Two others partaking in Neelbert's birthday festivities, did I mention she is 25, not old if male but as a female, and an indian female lets just say she might as well be in a museum. However these two people aren't let ting that bring down their party moods. Throwing some gang signs at us we see Tim Thomas of the Phoenix Suns is not beyond hanging out with the ordinary people here sharing some time at locale favorite Stay.

Here we see the perpetrator resting after comminting the crime at the scene of the crime, the subsequent photoes may be possible graphic in nature so becareful but they needed to be seen by the world. The world needs to be made aware of such atrocities that are being commited on a daily basis. Its not always in faroff lands like Rwanada but rather in our backyard the 33rd street path station.

Evidence

Here in the highlighted blue rectangle you can see the results of the horrific actions commited by SB. Yes yes that is urine, he urinated on the path train station platform in full public view of that dude standing next to the box. No regard for humanity or civility. He just laughed manically as he pissed away, in full view of the platform attendees.

Got Video?!

2006-03-26T21:03:00.000-05:00

Testing the google video thing out.. with this funny diddy, enjoy and stay tuned for a music video too dancing in the subway.

SoMe come to sit and

2006-03-22T17:18:00.000-05:00

SoMe come to sit and think others come to shit and stink i just come to scratch my balls and read the bullshit on the walls

EP: Dancing in the SUBWAY

2006-03-20T15:12:00.000-05:00

EP: Dancing in the SUBWAY
Here are the songs in perfect clarity in .wma format so just use you default media player. The songs have an artistic quality that can only be described by waking up in the gutter with someone else's vomit on you.

A little background about the artists, growing up in the mean streets of Sussex County (got nothing on the compton) an urban wasteland of junked cars (cows) and industrial waste depots (golf courses, you ever seen the amount of chemicals used to maintain the lawns) these two rose, part of the Nabisco family of rappers. The Mix Master who is also a member of O.R.E.O where is better known as CREE'M who provides the background vocals for many of Flava Frank's singles as a guest vocalist. Fla' va FrAnK does most of his work solo just like how he does his ladies... like the Transplants song "Gansta and Thugs" says he use to deal and hustle now he does the same just the medium changed.

The EP was produced at DJ Elektrical Studios, where many great acts started out or have yet to start out from. With just the right touch DJ Elektrical transforms muddled noise into a harmonious tune that gets your fingers snapping, your heads bopping, and your tails shaking. Imagine Ron Spector without the Perm. The studios is the Sussex County equivalent of Abbey Road, the Locales call it Koz's Corner.

Without further adieu enjoy the tracks and be on the lookout for tour dates, merchandise, and music videos of your favorite stars, ENJOY!!!
Dirty Sanchez Under the Noze
Learn the Ways AKA Vowel Intro AKA Frank's Coming Out
Dancing in the Subway

Indian Lullibies... its crazy

2006-03-20T10:47:00.000-05:00

http://www.badongo.com/file/325453 (once there click on the gray box here to download)

Flava Frank and Mix Master Mike

2006-03-19T22:06:00.000-05:00

In a lighter moment two series street musican's. These song was recorded at DJ Elektrical's studios in F-izzle. The one on the left is Flava Frank Footer on the right is Mix Master Mike Mango. Here is their first street single recording "Dancing in the subway" its part of their first EP, as precursor to Oreo's first album cookie pack. The EP is titled Frank and Mike dancing on the N train. Enjoy it has some static due to blogspot and there is a 10 second delay before it really gets going but enjoy, more to follow.

My complaint about Mr. Sachi Desai

2006-03-14T15:21:00.000-05:00

http://www.pakin.org/complaint?title=Mr.&firstname=Sachi&middlename=&lastname=Desai&suffix=&gender=m&shorttype=f&pgraphs=5

What happened to Mr. Sachi Desai's common sense? What in perdition does Sachi think he's doing? And is Sachi hoping that the readers of this letter won't see the weakness of his argument relative to mine? This letter is not the place to explore the answers to those questions. Its purpose is instead to make Sachi answer for his wrongdoings. I want to share this with you because I have absolutely no idea why Sachi makes such a big fuss over sesquipedalianism. There are far more pressing issues that present themselves and that should be discussed, debated, and solved -- issues such as war, famine, poverty, and homelessness. There is also the lesser issue that as long as the beer keeps flowing and the paychecks keep coming, Sachi's apostles don't really care that I'm not a feeble-minded person. I'd like nothing more than to extend my hand in friendship to Sachi's backers and convey my hope that in the days to come we can work together to exert a positive influence on the type of world that people will live in a thousand years from now. Unfortunately, knowing them, they'd rather shred the basic compact between the people and their government because that's what Sachi wants. Sachi's trucklers always show a streak of cruelty that enables them to find pleasure in their destructiveness. Here, too, the exception proves the rule: We must overcome the fears that beset us every day of our lives. We must overcome the fear that Sachi will pander to noisome yahoos. And to overcome these fears, we must enable patriots to use their freedoms to save their freedoms.

If, today, the urge of Sachi's war-soul can prompt him to mold the mind of virtually every citizen -- young or old, rich or poor, simple or sophisticated -- then imagine, if you can, how that same soul will express itself through the thousandfold-more-worthless Sachi of tomorrow. He discounts important principles of our culture as mere platitudes, which is another way of saying that he claims to be supportive of my plan to grant people the freedom to pursue any endeavor they deem fitting to their skills, talent, and interest. Don't trust him, though; he's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Before you know it, he'll persecute the innocent and let the guilty go unpunished. Not only that, but I want to live my life as I see fit. I can't do that while Sachi still has the ability to infiltrate and then dominate and control the mass media. The really interesting thing about all this is not that he has become a patsy to his own malevolence. The interesting thing is that he recently stated that might makes right. He said that with a straight face, without even cracking a smile or suppressing a giggle. He said it as if he meant it. That's scary, because he has never gotten ahead because of his hard work or innovative ideas. Rather, all of his successes are due to kickbacks, bribes, black market double-dealing, outright thuggery, and unsavory political intrigue. Although cocky maniacs are relatively small in number compared to the general population, they are increasing in size and fervor. Just to add a little more perspective, I know some delirious devotees of conspiracy theories who actually believe that Sachi's newsgroup postings are Holy Writ. Incredible? Those same people have told me that the most valuable skill one can have is to be able to lie convincingly. With such people roaming about, it should come as no surprise to you that Sachi has been doing "in-depth research" (whatever he thinks that means) to prove that science is merely a tool invented by the current elite to maintain power. I should mention that I've been doing some research of my own. So far, I've "discovered" that Sachi insists that his analects epitomize wholesome family entertainment. In the long run, however, he's only fooling himself. Sachi would be better off if he just admitted to himself that he is currently limited to shrieking and spitting when he's confronted with inconvenient facts. Sooner than you think, however, Sachi is likely to switch to some sort of "perpetuate inaccurate and dangerous beliefs about male-female relationships" approach to draw our attention away from such facts. Sachi tries to make his imprecations more palatable by wrapping them in rhetoric about the need to protect the interests of the disadvantaged and the downtrodden. Hard to believe? Then consider the following statement from one of Sachi's biggety legatees: "Sachi has the trappings of deity." Pretty materialistic, huh? Well, Sachi does, occasionally, make a valid point. But when he says that society is screaming for his expositions, that's where the facts end and the ludicrousness begins.

When I hear Sachi say that he has the authority to issue licenses for practicing jujuism, I have to wonder about him. Is he thoroughly unsympathetic? Is he simply being sadistic? Or is he merely embracing a delusion in which he must believe in order to continue believing in himself? The answer is rather depressing but I'll tell you anyway. The answer begins with the observation that Sachi is capable of only two things, namely whining and underhanded tricks. As part of his efforts to gain a mainstream following, he publishes the Journal of Brain-damaged Frotteurism. Included alongside articles discussing history, culture, art, religion, and philosophy are endorsements of his plans to impose a particular curriculum, vision of history, and method of pedagogy on our school systems.

If Sachi is going to talk about higher standards, then he needs to live by those higher standards. He wants all of us to believe that he can scare us by using big words like "semiprofessionalized". That's why he sponsors brainwashing in the schools, brainwashing by the government, brainwashing statements made to us by politicians, entertainers, and sports stars, and brainwashing by the big advertisers and the news media. Almost everyone will agree that Sachi's vassals are the carrion birds of humanity, but I am convinced that there will be a strong effort on Sachi's part to support international crime while purporting to oppose it by the next full moon. This effort will be disguised, of course. It will be cloaked in deceit, as such efforts always are. That's why I'm informing you that Sachi has been trying to convince us that he has the linguistic prowess to produce a masterwork of meritorious literature. This pathetic attempt to seek vengeance on those unrepentant souls who persist in challenging his reports deserves no comment other than to say that when Sachi tells us that going through the motions of working is the same as working, he somehow fails to mention that many of us do not wish to live within his walls of philistinism. He fails to mention that the simple ability to establish a supportive -- rather than an intimidating -- atmosphere for offering public comment is a pons asinorum that Sachi may never cross. And he fails to mention that he accuses me of being anal-retentive whenever I state that his sycophants are capable of little else but hating and lying, even to each other. Alright, I'll admit that I have a sharp tongue and sometimes write with a bit of a poison pen but the fact remains that I correctly predicted that Sachi would acquire power and use it to indoctrinate dour ruffians. Alas, I didn't think he'd do that so effectively -- or so soon. Please don't ask me to ascribe opinions to me that I don't even hold. I simply can't do that.

If Sachi succeeds in his attempt to make all of us pay for his boondoggles, it'll have to be over my dead body. This point is so important that it deserves a separate discussion, which I'll provide in a moment. But first, let me just say that Sachi's litanies are as predictable as sunrise. Whenever I strike at the heart of Sachi's efforts to create a global workers plantation overseen by transnational corporations who have no more concern for the human rights of those who produce their products or services than Sachi has for his satraps, his invariant response is to contaminate or cut off our cities' water supply. You might say, "He is a big fan of vigilante justice." Fine, I agree. But if he thinks that truth is whatever your grievance group says it is, then he's sadly mistaken. Thought should precede any attempt at intellectual writing. That's all I have to say. Thank you for reading this letter.

Black High Heels of Euphoria

2006-03-09T09:18:00.000-05:00

Black High Heels of Euphoria

2004 MI MIAMI South Beach Boom SHAKA LAKA BOOM

2006-03-08T20:50:00.000-05:00

This is a retro post like figuring out that quantum jitter problem and traveling back in time not to the time when Moses pimp walked down that mountain with his blazing bling as he unleashed his kung fu grip on those pagean ninja's along the path. Yes Moses was in the middle east and probably not Charlton Heston or even remotely looking like the Hest'er. I also don't think its the time of Jesus as this is clear the good life being exhibited by the Mike's in Miami in the summer of 2004.

I know many of you think if we believe the 70's perception of the greatest story every told then Mike could be jesus but then you recall his closer to beleezabub's incarnate then Jesus. Instead we come to the conclusion this man is just enjoying the good life that is Miami like Will Smith say's Mi Miami and lets do as Mike G and toast to the good life.

O Know its A floating Shafik head that means the next series of Images are gonna be party-rific and out of control even for Mamba boys gone wild....
Speaking of doing the Mamba, I will from hence forth like Kobe Bryant and the chick from Kill Bill Vol 2, refer to myself as the Black Mamba alas the Black Mamba (i.e. Sachi) is getting side tracked. But looking at the floating party head sign don't you think about teddy roxpen the talking singning tape cassette bear. A freaking tape cassette player inside a teddy bear who was the fucking genius who thought about this, asshole.

I know the floating head usually means candid party shots but this the prep to the laua at south Beach. After 2 Mike's and 2 Indians in the summer of 2004 went to South Beach, Shaquille O'neal followed, but these were the original gansta's of South Beach you got from left to right Ninja Joe, The Rock , and Black Mamba. We were strolling around surveying the scene and seeing what was rightfully ours as the coolest Motha Fucka's around... This was MIAMI 04.

Now the party photoes I'm still not sure if this was a man or a woman but the restuarnt was recommended by Ms. Sandra Cadavid known to you all as the Emu. She is latin-american so her judgement on eateries in Miami was indespensible and here is just one example, MANGO's. You ask why this image I tell you why not, Miami is full of latin ladies that with change in climate and culture causes them to look like the dude from the crying game not knowing if they are man or woman. For ever model in south beach there is an equal amount of She-Males one of the Diddy's secret passions. But if you are looking for detailed she-male information on this site I apologize because its not availible only tasteless jokes at their expense for a better understanding of them I recommend you contact Richard Simmons (I kid I kid) just go to your local library like any good person.

Simply put these is the Miami's Party Finest, the Mamba, Ninja J, The Rock (not to be confused with Da Rock aka Dwayne Johnson), and the Bus in our party finest, showing a range of outfits, looks, and drinks we are a diverse party group bringing in all aspects, frat boy, the preppy, the quido, and the laid back dude.

O no the floating party head alert is back, more candid party shots, not to be confused with candid nut shots, yo seriously isn't that party head crazy. I realized forget those real world dorks and how they spawned no talent and massive pectorals into a career by rubbing whip creame on each other using their bums but instead what about these folks that do the best of or all time craziest what makes them more or less an expert on hungry hungry hippo's then me? And why is that the Donna's always seem to have time to provide opinions on the garabage pail kids but yet no one knows that they even play music.

I need to write microwave cuisine cookbooks, and seriously these photoes need more skewar food items. But damn we are one seriously good looking group and this following photo will show it. Yo seriously for $500 I will give you Ninja J and throwin a box of mallomars. Just take a look at this picture...

After partying it up and evenings of great debauchery the gang needs a manner in which to earn some cash to maintain their ludicaris lifestyle in south beach... and before you let your mind go to the proverbial gutter it was gang banging like compton not van nuys. Here is a classic example of a poor good looking indian getting jacked up by to Loco dudes named mike for some drinking cash (demonstration no sachi's were harmed in the making of this montage) However you might think that with one of them cheering and posing rather then assisting in the jacking it would loose legitmacy but in actuality the folks of south beach are very narcassitic and even the mugged pose in this case a tribute to PBA star Pete Weber (Thats bowling folks) with the SUX IT sign.

Ok well that was a blast into the past of the "Sachi's One Strange Trip" archive of MIAMI 04, stay tuned for other periodic blasts from the past and not the crappy Brandon Frasier movie and some recent trips to such exotic places as Perth Amboy and India (still debating where the water is more lethal to the COLON). Laters MAMBA out.

taxi drivers in india

2006-03-08T14:50:00.000-05:00

They look at you like as though you are the chracter dscribed by James Frey in his fictional non-fictional account of drug use in "Million Pieces". Then when you succomb to their will they laugh at you as the tool you have become and finally when you realize you were jsut duped by David Hasselhoff you end up with Bird Flu egg on your face.

Aloha from Aurangabad!!

2006-02-28T04:00:00.000-05:00

Hey everybody, hey Dr. Nick.

I am about to head to Mumbai (Formerly Bombay) to complete my sojurn of india, but before I do that, some quick words about Aurangabad, and other stops since my last post. (All items will be given more detailed posts with hiliarious story of wacky forgeiners and pictures when I return, keep in mind its not us who are forgieners it everyone else, those crazy indians.) Well Delhi the second time wasn't much better but there is gaggle of pretty, snotty ladies, and shady rickshaw drivers using the name of god to swindle you. Its said to be cosmopolitian. The only time this rings true is everyone is willing to cheat you no matter for how little. The hotel was amazing, with fabulous restuarnts and funky night club (though instead of the pretty people of Delhi its was mostly forgieners like us.)

Then after a delay, common of practice of india, I arrived 4 hours later to my next destination of Aurangabad the ratty town bulit next to old dirt caves. The flight was reminscient of Disney World, not because they were playing 'A small world after-all' but rather it was most fileld with camera weilding asian tourists from taiwan and japan. On this particular flight one of these photographic big game hunters wasn't ready for the adventures that awaited and she passed out on the flight to the shuggrin of even the most stalwart bhuddist monks aboard. As the cabin crew tried to assist, an elderly Indian (Unkle) helped matters by be-rating a poor young flight attendent on how this is such bullshit and how useless they are, she promptly explained to him to go fuck himself or offered a bottle water, whichever she seemed to placate him and put him to ease. After some craziness we landed.

The next day I travelled to world heritage site Ellora Caverns and then several smaller sights. Of all the things I saw so far in India these caves are the most spectacular item, not only for their scope but also the fact there were no pimps, minimal hustlers, and actual peace of mind as I viewed this anicient places of worship.

The wildlife though was outrageous, crazy fruit bats everywhere, and possible chupacabra sighting, though only my buddy Miguel the driver (real name Ganesha) can verify for sure. OK well I will write more later.

Sincerely,
Sachi

Jamming in Jaipur

2006-02-24T10:08:00.000-05:00

Hey fans of teh world wide sachi, currently i'm scouring the streets of jaipur for that one elusive thing a well travelled man wants, a tour guide who won't drag you to a friend shop for commison, and not to get hasseled with cheap fake silver tea sets and saree's seriously hanging with 5 dudes why would any of them need saree's? Do these shop owners think or like that small world after all ride, they are just pre programmed with a routine. To be hoenst much of this comical, as I rolled around jaipur with a 70yr old italian who we will call Gesspie, two college students from japan that we will call Yoshi and Yoshi 2, and a continental indian named Sanjay (pictures will be up shortly) We were dragged to handloom shops to purchases sarees, carpets, and bed sheets as part of our tour of Jaipur, seriously 5 men need this items? I mean I'm happy just not getting bit by a roach, I have no need of a sari though damn I look good in one if had to wear it. Just something for thought, also more stories of the true pimps and hustlers of the world, the agra tour guides. Have fun you all, 91 degrees today.

Some quick Highlights Of Desai goes to India

2006-02-15T06:32:00.000-05:00

Three moments of Goa at its grandest, why I came unlike the european, hindustan, and israeli raving tourist I came to just let my mind wonder of how I can live life running a beach shack and afford air conditioning. More to come when I return.

A british tourist after a serious trance bender in Vargator. Thank god for the beach or this seriously would look like one ugly vacation. I know MB is disappointed not to be seduced by his stunning accent but alas not everywhere is dock on the canal of love (lust), but who am I to judge o yeah its my freaking blog so deal with it suckers.

Playing god with my camera in goa and crushing some poor bastards head in tribute to Kids in the Hall and their canadian heritage.

The famed Goan sunset, as fishermen get there final catch of the day to feed my bastard of a stomach when the sun is down. Not bad ah in hte middle of feburary as it snows almost 2 ft back home. Watch you think of India now Big B?

Step 1 newark step 2

2006-02-09T17:14:00.000-05:00

Step 1 newark step 2 Paris step 3 bombay step 4 goa and me on a beach with a mai tai

Bowel factor begins see u

2006-02-09T17:10:00.000-05:00

Bowel factor begins see u in 3 weeks

This allows for toilet seat

2006-01-24T18:11:00.000-05:00

This allows for toilet seat blogging! its fantastic!

2006-01-22T22:25:00.000-05:00

Hey Folks I know long time no post, its been a hectic winter, and its cold, seriously its cold. Also I 've been working on setting up a new blog which will be a place to tell a story. The story of the "Order of the Ocho" and their many adventures throughout the world. A story not many of us are aware of but their deeds we are well served by. So stay tuned in the enxt couple of days I will be putting up posts of my recent adventures to Arizona, Tampa, with some retro memories of trips from the past to Myrtle Beach and Miami. Also there will be a moment of rest from the common brevity associated with this blog for rememberance of a recent passing. Most of these posts will be up within the next 3 days. Also stay tuned for a series of audio posts and text message posts from various small excursions with the Cool and the Gang.

Finally also be ready to read made up stories of favorite hollywood stars , cartoon action heroes, and the magnificent seven in stories so unreal that they have to be true or at least entertaining like how Bob Benson is the current leader of the Tempulars as a direct descendent of Robert the Bruce of Scotland.

Testing

2006-01-22T18:19:00.000-05:00

Testing

Harsh’s 25th Birthday when it all comes full circle like the mighty Delaware.

2005-11-04T21:56:00.000-05:00

On the night of October 29th, 2005, Mr. H.N. Patel celebrated an early birthday with members of the Magnificent 7, the League of Shadows, Clergy men and others of great power in the ceremonial mating grounds of man (Bars), and feeding areas of obese men (Chinese restaurants) , again if offended realize the blogger is just an Asshole, so don’t fret and worry too much.

The night went from solemn and reserved to something that would make Tommy Lee blush and rolling stone turn away green. These photographs here represent several of the people and events that unfolded on this night.
Some scenes despite a large number of us, and you ask where “Bobo” and “Lady J” disappeared too, who knows, only they and the dude running the webcam know for sure. The good father himself was offering Sage advice to passing by sinners. Speaking of that if she is “Lady J” and he is “Bobo” does that make a new cop drama the adventures of Bobo and Lady J a pimp and his pimpette, I would be Dan Murphy hard as nails cop, H-bomb would be Tyrone Jones wise cracking insider, the Bus would be Daniel Lombardi brash young renegade cop and Violent F as balls to the walls cop Frank Stone (All his character names must start with Frank so as not to confuse him i.e the Tony Danza factor).

Scene 1 Bobo tells Lady J she needs to bring the corner back in check, bam bam Tyrone Jones slams Frank Stone against the wall and says you have to slow your roll, boom Daniel Lombardi driving and Dan Murphy passenger drive through the building end scene.

Did you ever just think people in general are interesting not as interesting as say Batman or Kissinger ( I think that is a made up alias) but even with that imagine if they were in a cop drama like NYPD blue as the setting, with news names as I have demonstrated with their own backgrounds provided by you, wonder what that world would be? Well using this images and twisted logic we will try to provide that. The Williams sisters getting ready to be arraigned in on posing as women and forcing us to watch them in skimpy leotards, this was MJP’s collar, we seem him as a sergeant one day.

Taking the beasts off the street making it safe for fun loving W.A.S.P’s once again. Some say the devil made him do it but here is the beast himself ready to fight Clergyman Bobo of the Holy Ho denomination. (Side note: people are a lot like birds thanks to the power of digital cameras and the internet, they are all about seeing themselves and posing, like frozen mirror, so essentially when you see me and pull out something shiny I will be distracted from anything else.)
MJP and Lady J breaking down the situation and reliving stories of past encounters involving Tyrone (H-bomb) Jones while MJP is sippin on his gin and juice laid back his mind on his money and his money on his mind. She pulls the mace out incase Father Bobo comes to see if she wants a confessional now that is one resourceful Hindu. One piece of advice be weary of man who wants to dress up as a clergy man, and owns an extensive porn collection cause he will ask for $20 spot.

One item of note Park on 10ave btwn 17th and 18th st sucks!!!! They have been permently tainted by the handling of a very serious solution they are anti human beings. They are a club of Karl Rove politics.

A profile in Terror (Sachi’s sojourn into Albuquerque New Mexico for peyote)

2005-11-04T17:17:00.000-05:00

Recently I was provided the opportunity to travel inside the head and soul of man synonymous with terror, Amir the programming guru, who single handedly made both matlab a relic and goatees un-cool. I was sent to portray this man’s physiological profile on a recent trip to New Mexico. What I return with was being able to see the darkest part of my soul and being, what I found was chilling. Here he familiarizes himself with his surroundings preparing to feed like the Borg on the knowledge of the locales to further his own purpose and mission. You ask what mission the mission to use the word “pimp” in every facet of a conversation. Amir sizing up the scene records a photo of the profiler “El Gato” in his typical business dress.

With everything in place Amir (Cool blog nickname s till needed, any suggestion please provide.) puts his plan into action and upon the entire New Mexico country side he flashes the west coast emblem symbolizing his struggle with his inner demons, resisting the urge to shove “El Gato” off the cliff and rightfully so, “El Gato” is one ornery son of bitch when sight seeing.

Finally he is able to find a proper depiction of in stone of “El Gato” by the great ancients from the beyond (some hippies from Taos) These tales maybe slightly fabricated, slightly manufactured, and not at all true, but the pictures are so enjoy and just realize yes New Mexico has Mexican food, it just happens to be fresher, hence the name New Mexico. With the conclusion of this journey the people of New Mexico had a new name for Amir, a name fitting to be a blog nickname the Egyptian Magician just not sure what his magic trick is but it could be (fill in the blank) .

Congratulations Chris and Plus One (Lorriane) on your Nuptials and Good luck

2005-11-04T17:12:00.000-05:00

From the simple people of Sussex County sponsored by Condit Ford.

Congrats from Sachi, Mike, Harsh, Bob, John, Frank, Keith, Milia, Megan, Mary, Chuck, Christina, Ray-Ray, Nirav, our folks, and the dude from the old video star you know who I mean.

We all still can recall with great fondness how you would collect action figures, talk incessantly about star wars and dream of one day working as an intergalactic bounty hunter. Wait a minute you still do all these things, well congrats on the engagement can't believe one day you might actually reproduce, god help us. Also you got to conceive in a maroon Temp-o if possible.

Thanks for letting us share in that moment and hope you ate at least one cup cake. Also thank you Kelly for feeding us 3 weary travelers and hosting a very fun event. It was like medieval times with wrestling, fire, and people.

The engagement party (into the belly of the beast)

2005-11-04T17:04:00.000-05:00

This is a chronicle of my journey into the abyss, the belly of the beast, no not a heroine de-toxic center but something much worse the south jersey swamp, to a town called Mount Holly (Greek for creature with no soul) Side stepping any soul eaters we maneuvered stealthily through unfamiliar surroundings initially supplying up at Weis and then all the voyage route at what the locales call a WAWA, nourishment was important for this journey to be safe. On this journey I was accompanied by famous exorcist Father Flanagan and Jim McGee notorious 20’s gangster from Franklin New Jersey a town only the truly inspired can appreciate They were recruited for their unique talents to fight the super natural problem of marriage. The beast was disguised as a female and can be seen brandishing marshmallows for their sadistic blood letting rituals, the victim was perplexed by the healing brownies and succumbed to the cake of lethal temptation. The final part of this unholy ritual is the ceremonial fight between the men of the hill country and queen of the Amazon clan whose kingdom we trespass eating the traditional food of their past (spaghetti and meatballs) participating in their games (bullshit and asshole) and singing their songs (Beatles White Album) The evening ended with the beheading of the father for his rendition of G ‘ n’ R’s “Welcome to the Jungle”

Not your momma’s Brugge

2005-11-04T16:56:00.000-05:00

The purpose of Euro 2005 was to eventually end up at a conference in Brugge Belgium, one of the prettier cities I’ve seen, right there with Edinburgh and Perth Amboy New Jersey. Not the total Hohil experience I have grown to expect, it was more subdued on his part, possible do to the Russian spies. The city is worth ha visit, and if lucky as I was you will witness Twirling day where men use the occasion to don tights and twirls flags like Big Fat Ladies, it was stunning simply stunning.
Other highlights includes the largest chocolate Easter egg I’ve ever seen it could literally eat you, drunken cross bow shooting, and dinner in the city palace as a welcome to visit their city. A few other items of note the place is loaded with Indians so be-careful if pungent odors are not your style, as well as eat a bucket of mussels and French fries in trappist beer, cheap and fattening for those long 2 speed bike rides. Face it you will cause yourself erectile dysfunction like this statue pictured herein.
Otherwise Brugge is what Williamsburg would be if it was presently operating town and not a shill and pawn for the Anheuser Busch family.

Amsterdam (Hedonistic Revival on Urine Tracked Waterway Known as Europe)

2005-11-04T16:45:00.000-05:00

This Amsterdam Redux, staring Sachi Desai as Clint, Jean Claude Van Damme is Rico; together they are going on a double impact (hahahaha double impact) mission in Hard Target (hahahaha hard target) a loquacious comedy about action and intrigue of an Indian in a corrupt city where only he can change it, this summer. A few things of note is Vandal Park were previously bob had washed his feet, Boom Chicago where I saw rock operetta about vampires that love Elvis Pressley and several others sights show in the following pictures. I will post pictures up soon of my previous trip to Amsterdam staring Benson & Benson. But this part of Euro trip 2005, Sachi’s re-education. One last item of note when being engaged by a cocaine dealer be prepared to learn that as an engineer you don’t have the same buying power and not let that depress you.

Most of the images you see are from the square in central Amsterdam and the Vondal Park with the Museumsplien next to it. The reflecting pool feature in these pictures is the same place “Bobo “ on a previous journey cooled his feet and causing an effect later known as the Benson Tsunami where a wave of him people run for safety with the removal of his socks.

Finally we bore witness to what old people would do if they ever found the chess set from Great Giant who was killed by Jack in the story of Jack and the Bean stalk.

Large Atom, Small Paraliment, Crazy Blonde Lady

2005-11-04T14:40:00.000-05:00

In this land of great contrast no bigger contrast can be found then the between a model of an iron atom 165 million times it original size and Mini Europe a park marketed towards the duck feeding old of Belgium featuring European landmarks 1/12 and 1/24 the scale and smaller. The following pictures illustrate both, its seems as though a land of people who try to make up for a little something, something, if you know what I mean cause I really don’t. The one picture shows the sheer magnitude of this atom, while another shows the enormity of the women in europe, same size as Big Ben, I was stationed in a valley maybe a good 500 meters away to get such a picture, she ate a poor peasent man a few seconds after this picture was snapped the resulting photo of that event is too horrible to put in this place of happiness, enjoy.

A country of fun loving Pervs and a Pissing Statue

2005-11-04T14:20:00.000-05:00

The national symbol of this country of some many stinking Euro’s, Manneken Pis. A 30cm tall statue of a little boy urinating into a bowl designed a fountain. This is clearly the thing to see not only in all of Brussels but all of Belgium; you realize this by the inordinate amount of Japanese tourist and Gypsy controlled hot-dog stands. Little known fact the water-dog (hot dogs sold by push cart) is one of the most cut throat and difficult rackets to join, the competition is fierce and the rewards are high, the women, the money, the power are synonymous. Ok now back to the action, Manneken Pis is ceremonially dressed periodically in costume regally varying from Gaucho to Maple Leaf Hockey player, devoting a whole museum to his wardrobe, he is essentially the European Paris Hilton, just with better acting skills as demonstrated in these pictures, where he pretends to be a boy pissing in a bowl. So here is Manneken Pis in all his glory, also great chocolate truffles right across the road.

Random tips in everyday dealings with the undead.

2005-11-04T14:19:00.000-05:00

Zombie Survival Guide Tip #43
Organize before they rise!!

Zombie Survival Guide Tip #67
Use your head: Cut off theirs.

Evading, Eating, and being " Bond, Sachi Bond" The Fruit Loop Conundrum.

2005-11-04T10:33:00.000-05:00

This is Groket (forgot real name so I made one of my own) Market in Brussels I think. Included are the sights, the smells, and the free things to see in Brussels if you try to keep the trip very HinJew (Code for stingy Hindu, if both Hindu, cheap, or Jewish do not be offended, for I am an ass.) The lady in the orange I am convince was a Scandinavian spy tracking me with the instruction to seduce me, but I proved both to eager and willing to succumb causing great suspicion. The big lighted building is where the Belgians use to sacrifice virgins to the god of the harvest or something worst case its a great place to acquire pigeon meat for your traditional greeek slovaki or pork fried rice, yummmmmmmmmmmm pork fried rice, I good go for some right now, with succlent imitation pork made of nyc pigeon meat, tasty rice, some hot sauce (How Sachi remains caliante)... I"m so hungry where the heck does sandra keep those cookies, oops back to the blog, so this the main market in Brussels in day time with the sweidish spy Ingrid and at night time.

The market street with some of the most amazing seafood you will ever taste succulent lobster, tasty crabs and bisque to kill for, hence why the Battle of the Bulge was fought near here during WWII, no concidence good food and fat people. Belgium happens ot have some of the fatest europeans around, they are the wisconsin of europe.

Steel Horse I ride I'm ah Cowboy... 09/22/2005

2005-11-03T15:03:00.000-05:00

The first thing that came to mind when I landed in Belgium is this is very different traveling through Europe without “Bobo” no its not my pet Care Bear but rather Newfoundland looking side kick, kind of like Ton to if he was the white one and the lone ranger was Indian. I wonder if I was the Lone Ranger if my cover identity would I be named Josh Sacramento, or would that be Carmen San Diego’s fiancée? Anyhow my tummy growled from long arduous flight and landing there at 8am with the air temperature being a shade above ass purple, I scoured the countryside for food like Bea Arthur for a cabana boy. Instead of food I came upon a courtyard at the steps of the capital and national judicial building full of painted horses (my little ponies on steroids) and cows (tribute to Wisconsin was the title I think). Painted by local and international artist were a series of Horses, Cows and out cuts of both animals. Through this were myriad of scantily dressed maidens you would refer to them as European university students. I spoke only in riddles as they asked my name I said “El Gatos” they said nothing else, no just “El Gatos” I come from a land across the ocean and through the trees riding on a steel bird. They tired at this point and said what is this douche back talking about lets just wave and move on, and so they did.

(Sachi in Belgium looking GQ after being up for 29 hours straight)

Celeb Sighting In NYC 9/10/2005

2005-11-03T13:23:00.000-05:00

During one fateful Saturday afternoon two star cross lovers met in an air of intrigue with a hint of danger in and around NYU area of the city. As they both met I wandered out and about the city, trying to find that right man-thong (you know for the beach), can't be the only one of the magnificent 7 without one, how would that look? Anyhow as I contemplated banana yellow or fire engine red, thoughts came back full circle to, “ How come we don’t make a calendar of us and use the profit to go to Brazil?” At this moment when the epiphany occurred there she was in all the has-been radiance Nimer Rimawi described Kylie Mingoue, singing her heart off as people cheered like the return of a Space Man.

Space man flying so high, looking like he needs a tie in a river of darkness rolling about through an abyss with no name. The Space-man Jim saunters into the house built on a side of a hill and he says, “Star rockets in flight afternoon delight” the curious borrow looks back and all it can muster to answer hee-haw, hee-haw.

disclaimer: If this really isn't her but some even lesser known hasbeen please don't inform me, I would like to hold onto my image

Obligatory Photo Collage

2005-10-11T00:34:00.000-04:00

Vacation... Vacation.. Montageeeeeeeeeee
Vacation... Vacation.. Montageeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Sing sing sing were on a trip
no need to give lip
its a Vacation... its a Vacation
no time to make idle observations

Here is a composite picture
the main star of our feature.
Enjoy!!

(Myrtle 2003, Jersey Shore 2001, Wendy's Jelly Bean Quest 2001)

"The Gates" Central Park February 2005

2005-10-10T22:47:00.000-04:00

Just as I'm assured if you can rhyme it Pauly Shore can ruin it for that fact if its put on celluloid he can ruin it, Jury Duty, Bio-Dome, and many other early ninety epics that inspired a generation of fine actors like Matthew Lliard, Freddie Prinze Jr. and others. Well the opposite can be said about Christos and his very post-op tranny wife and their energizing affect upon a another dreary winter month bringing more energy then a gay-man on mocha latte with an unlimited budget in bed bathe and beyond. The gates roamed through the park like an orange dragon looking for General Tsao chicken but finding only an empty carton and Michael Moore licking wanton soup off a wife beater as GW Jr. says o yeah that’s how papi likes it. The picture really brings you the sense of joy that the gates brought to nyc, in this miserable time of year, the period of dread after xmas and before spring warmth.

Just as audience of Jury Duty the people of NYC do their best to enjoy a bad situation I guess not completely like Jury Duty this is just cold weather not Pauly Shore trying to act. Keep in mind this people realize war is an invention of man and that you can’t hug your kids with nuclear arms, so they do the best they can resisting their normal instinct to parlay these bastards into a week in Cabo, Mexico, rather they take them ice skating. If you look closely you can see future Nancy Kerrigan’s and Tonya Harding’s as parents torment their little bundles of joy into a life of being professional ice princesses. Just remember when you blow off skating practice because you were stone is hurting more then just you it hurts the ones you love. Luckily for these parents their little meal tickets haven’t met Pablo at the Bodega just yet. So Harsh said lets watch them ice skate and laugh as they fall, as we watched on we realized the main reason for ice skating is adults to laugh at kids falling and it was truly glorious, take a moment to laugh with me hahahahahaahaha, now repent just say it was a one time thing, just like Michael Jackson with those little kids.

Sachi shows the world yes brown men can jump just not that high. As Sachi (El Gato) Desai jumped he realized that he should get in the business of kicking your ass, business would be good, business would be me being in your business, I need to get on a sit-com. Slowly the Van Halen song Jump fills the air, Jump ahhhhhhhhhh, now sing with me….

Striking his best GQ pose Harsh “H-Bomb” Patel (earned the nickname H Bomb by being an enforcer for the Genovese crime family) he ponders if the pose would be enhanced with a faux hawk similar to the great Ryan Cabrera. Then he joins us back out of his subconscious and joins the now with the look of what am I doing here, why am I here, why are these cotton boxers chaffing me? Finally the smile hints that he doesn’t care cause he just found some M&M’s in his coat pocket an everything is Gold. A moment later the look of despair comes across his face once the cameras are off our star H Bomb and El Gato asks what sup, he says what will happen to Piazza with a designated hitter in the NL………………

Finally El Gato showing no regard for his fellow Gates goer, and saying up yours to Christos he takes a timely leak over central park captured on film by the immortal Mr. H bomb. Moments later the two were apprehended by park security who asked the poignant question “What the fuck do you think your doing?” I clearly explained it was an illusion and the liquid was nothing more then fine Evian water that El Gato and H-Bomb were using to nurse a poor squirrel back to health. At this point H-Bomb transformed to Harsh and using his cognitive skills of reason and law know how explained to them to stop harassing his client i.e. me, well to cut a long story short, we were beaten and incarcerated for 24hours. If in trouble and no body can help call the A-Team ….. ( I wish I remembered this)…

Now everyone sing the Twisted Sister classic we're not gonna take it we're not gonna take it...

Photoes A plenty...

2005-09-27T07:54:00.000-04:00

Once I return I will be posting up photoes of the exciting and not so exciting things found in this corner of europe known as the mid way point of the european sex exchange, between eastern europe and Lodi New Jersey. I will show you photoes of the a typical european male and the not so a typical european female, and of the varieties of food I have subjected my body too, seriously I am eating and drinking like an american with only 6 months to live, I 've gone from a sexy indian god to more along the lines of a bob benson, anyhow just be ready to see the excitement aht is desai. On the sad the over powering smell of chocolate which you would think is better then the normal overpowering smell of piss common to europe is actually not much better, I think I miss hershey, and its pre packaged pennslyvania goodness, o hershey how I long for thee. Last night I was at a speical banquet hosted for the conference attendees by the City of Brugge in their brillant city hall, free food and beer flowing, it was quite elegent and spectacular, an experince all should have once in their life time, but I am greedy so I hope to have many more, ok wel llaters folks.

Sachi's in Europe and Look out his Blogging

2005-09-25T11:53:00.000-04:00

Hey folks its your common place hero, your man of mystrey from next door, El Sacho, the matador of justice around the world or some BS like that, just wanted to say I have successfully traversed amsterdam,brussels, and now have begun my asscent on brugge. Once I return to the states full exposes say on this twisted continent and my heroic journeys will be reveled as homer reveled the illad so many eons ago. So stay tuned folks it will be well worth it.

Sachi's European Adventure

2005-09-19T22:11:00.000-04:00

I've become real lazy, and because of this I'm denying the world more images of myself and my utterly fascinating friends. I vow to change this after my return from Europe with new photoes of friends yet to be and of friends from the past. As they say if accident allows it we will drink and be merry so be patient and coming back soon. Till then if you want access just provide me an email address and you two can put up obnixious trip photoes.
Sincerely,
El Sach- O Gato

Sachi In Lyon France Fall 2003

2005-08-29T00:36:00.000-04:00

The party begins, look at that spread, lets thank our fantastic hostess's Mr. And Mrs. Something I can't Recall.

In the fall of 2003 work presented me with a great opportunity, to go to Lyon, France and Beugolious for wine I think or at least to bring them Freedom Fries. Some others say it was for production meetings, the truth may never be known but at least we can say one thing. Here Sachi celebrates to his own demise prior to this knowledge thank goodness for his quick like el gato reflexes.

On one fateful evening a young impressionable engineer, some french folk and co workers had a hell of time trying to understand the nuances of delicious red beverage. The photo's will show you these blessed moments vividly. From the joyous beginning to the fateful end when our Hero Sachi came perilously close to being sliced and diced like a potato for the perfect tribute of disdain to the freedom fry. Also we can say Sachi took lessons from the Tom Cruise School of over acting.

Also you will be able to see something called "viper" a drink that reminds one of sniffing glue and paint varnish. That you drink with great passion and face cringing, like when a dude sees another dude get hit in the nuts. Yes I'm talking to you mole man (Keith DJ Elektrik Smith). So Enjoy this man holding a bottle of viper is our host Jean Claude who nicknamed the hero "Sushi". He is an owner of a famous vineyard, and he taught me how to open a bottle of champange with a sword. Also let one person live his dream of firing a gun while drunk, good clean French fun for all, remember these people love Jerry Lewis.

New New Jersey News that I Knew.

2005-08-27T10:30:00.000-04:00

I amuse myself however as this site has now generated a series of fans, we will be sellling t-shirts featuring your favorite site super hero's. However, as of later this evening I will be posting up images and stories of my latest trip to the Washington DC area and of the many adventures that occured there. Also the fancy city fund raising party pictures of us rocking it Gangsta style. SO just wait and check back regularly.

Cohorts and Nosedarts

2005-08-18T16:06:00.000-04:00

I wish the Big Pete would be accompanying my Little Pete, but Mt. Rushmore will have to get to know the Man of Action another day. I'll be guest blogging from the road too.

Here's to giant busts!

In all seriousness what to expect next.

2005-08-15T21:46:00.000-04:00

The next few changes that will becoming to this blog include photo's posted by friends of AAA. Including individual journeys that the Magnificent Seven have taken in the past few years. So if you feel you deserve to have your adventures shared with the world, then please hit me up and I will give you user rights to post these photo's up. Otherwise I will continue to put up retro fit trip photo's and photo's of my up coming journeys to Baltimore, Brussels, Brugge, Luxemburg, and Amsterdam. Till then I will try to entertain with more sordid stories of Stink Box, DJ Electrical, Mad Marco, El Sach-O, The Bus, SPF Bob, and Hollywood Frank.

6 out of 7 Drunks Agree, Julie Rocks (The 7th passed out)

2005-08-13T22:51:00.000-04:00

I don't know what you can say about Southern Hospitality, but I know what you can say about a New Yorker transplanted in the south. They are fantastic, they make sure you enjoy your time down there and make it like home, keeping the party going. This is Julie posing with Stewie, she was unbelievable nice, making a positive impression on anyone who met her. She is currently prepping for the MCAT's and we all wish her the best of luck and if Med school brings her back to NYC to do more good well you will have never be short for people to hang with you can always chill with us all. But all seriousness its not out of the question and I would watch E! That her and Stewie might get hitched, he was quite smitten. Also if down in VA Beach head to Envy good people and lots of fun, a good way to start an evening or keep an evening going. This is the last of the VA Beach Series stay tuned for a day at the ball park as a squeal.

Kidney Stone?

2005-08-13T22:49:00.000-04:00

Talking about passing one serious kidney stone, I guess its best he passed it at the start of the trip, and not after. Imagine walking around with such pain, ouch.

Two Wild and Crazy Guys!!!

2005-08-13T22:44:00.000-04:00

Mike and the Bobber get ready for a night of big fun by doing their best impersonation of Armenian Taxi Cab drivers.

Then Mike revels to Bob, he is well prepared to drink tonight by showing that he like Gorgan of Mortal Kombat also posses 4 arms.

Mad Marco and the Thunder Dome

2005-08-13T22:36:00.000-04:00

On the race to the frozen drink kiosk, a battle was wagged between the SUV of the bicycle world, vs the sleek racing bicycles seen here ridden by Jans Borgman, and Slavko Gibliski, but as you can see by the smiles on Team Finger Pointing, that they were victorious, but a high price was paid, Shafik was lost in line of action. R.I.P in Shafikquil Quoraisheequil.

Bob, is he coming or is he going?

2005-08-13T22:31:00.000-04:00

Is Bob here, is Bob there, is Bob everywhere, who knows?

Magnificent Seven Collage

2005-08-13T22:21:00.000-04:00

Group Photoes of the Magnificent Seven as they take Virginia by storm like hurricane Ivan. As you can tell by their rosy cheeks that many of this people might have been drunk, and too this we say thank god.

Drunkenstein on the Loose

2005-08-13T22:12:00.000-04:00

Drunkenstein was on the loose through the streets of VA Beach. Bob-Hellsing used his native Translyvain techniques to corral the beast but then instead became fascinated by the creature and took some photo's for posterity instead, including a group shot of these creatures that later would be dubbed as drunken humans on a bender through VA Beach.

The Griffen's On Vacation!!

2005-08-13T21:55:00.000-04:00

These Assholes kept disturbing the Griffens Vacation, but as time wore on Stewie became intrigued by their partying ways and figured he was saucy enough to join this group of salacious people, he partyed on, like great figures of the past, Keenu, Robert Downey Junior and Brando. He told us to call him Stu only mangers and ass kissers call him Stewie, so we did, Bob might have tried a few lines of Hollywood magic with him if you know what I mean.
After they joined our partying ways those Quahog boys showed us what it really meant to party, Stu downs his 6th vodka tonic and then in pure childlike jubilation gave Sachi a hug, finally holding still long enough to pose for one last photo.

Beach Clubs, Bikini's meet Guido's!!!!

2005-08-13T21:41:00.000-04:00

Suregon General Mike says this gals could be dangerous to your health if you suffer from having a girlfriend, being drunk, or being shaped like Chris Farley, or have a heart condition again looking like Chris Farley. But Red, White, and Crue says Dr. Feel Good.

Here Mike pays tribute to dancing legend and dancing inspiration, Harsh "H- Bomb" Patel who for unseen circumstances beyond his control (Sleep Deprevation due to sand in the asscrack) he was un able to attend. So Mike cleared the dance floor and broke it down soul train style. Love, Peace, and Sooouuuuuuulllllll.

Marco shows all how a drunk man breaks it down in VA Beach. Go Marco Go Marco Go, his reenactment of the ninja turtle rap from "Return of the Ooze."

Violence on the Beach

2005-08-13T21:26:00.000-04:00

The night of pain started when after disappearing for 17 hours Shafik reappeared, and the look of disappointment was on everyone's face, so Sachi had to be a hero and dunk him in the ocean. As Sachi tried making a night castle he was assaulted by a white drunk male who then realized why these west jersey cast are famous for their wrestling. Finally Mike and Frank Doo were attacked by the Boo Brother's on Atlantic Avenue.

Friends Don't Let Friends Drown (Not Us)

2005-08-13T21:10:00.000-04:00

Here Mike shows the proper way to cleanse oneself to Shafik, figuring its never to late to learn hygiene. After this Sachi an ordained Hindu priest baptized Shafik into the magnificent seven. Finally Frank gives the camera that come hither look, saying its go time.

Dance Montage

2005-08-13T21:03:00.000-04:00

No words needed for this next few pictures, just to say Bob and Marco had a solid trip, a very solid trip.

"And Walking Down The Catwalk...."

2005-08-13T20:58:00.000-04:00

Two of the Magnificent Seven Walking down Atlantic Avenue, strutting their stuff after being victorious earlier on the beach in a dominating performance on the sand volleyball courts. Here Q-Nasty recounts is masterful serve as El-Sach-O listens on intently. Other items of not, you can see that Shafik did not realize they were staying ona beach as he sported his dark jeans and fancy black shirt while Sachi sported collegite pride with his Stevens hat (truly sad, when they continue to livei n the past) but on the right side his sporting his poser reef flip flops. (_____Filler______________).
Here Frank walks as he contemplates things of great importance. We are left wondering what he is thinking, is he thinking what is America's exit strategy in Iraq? Why we are put on this earth, what is his purpose? Does he wonder why he can pull of no sleeves but not everyone can? Or is wondering would a blue cheese table top dispenser be his first purchase when his acting career hits it big and can then show it off on MTV cribs. I guess we will never know.

Bob's Got Some Sand in His Crack

2005-08-13T20:49:00.000-04:00

After hours of abuse by the hands of tyrant Benson, a band of brothers joined arms and raised up against his oppressive rule. Armed with 2ft yellow plastic shovels they launched an offensive thrust against "The Bob." The following pictures document these events. As Mike flexed after victory, and Keith goes in for the kill, while Frank fends off his assaulting tentacles, and Marco's poses for the documentary.

Momma Bob Says Don't Get Burned

2005-08-13T20:28:00.000-04:00

The vacation proceeded as planned, Shafik continued to hunt fish with his spear like feet, Hollywood Frank worked on his tan like George Hamilton, Mike kicked down more sandcastles, Keith threw more things at Mike, Marco continued to be background fodder to our adventures, Sachi continued his flexing, and Bob began his mothering. Now that Frank is a bit older Bob can't guide him as strongly as he once did, Frank is now hitting his teenage years and rebelling, so bob looked to mother a new breed. He first recommended to lesh Shafik so he wouldn't continue to wonder off into the sleazer underground belly of virginia. But Bob's greatest love remained for Frank, and the now oft qouted term came into being, SPF Bob. Bob made the ultimate sacrifice so Hollywood Frank could continue to be Hollywood, he used himself as a sunshine shield so Frank 40yrs from now wouldn't have to feel the effects of melonomia. Frank right now won't understand bob's reasoning but in the future he will appericate Bob's sacrifice when Bob is painted lobstah red (gots to say lobster like a new englander). Here is the SPF Bob photo montage, " its a montage....."

Look What Washed Up!!!

2005-08-10T23:27:00.000-04:00

As we worked on our tans and chilled on the beach, we saw something wash up, it was a Marco, (native to the Philadelphia region and runs on a mixture of nicotine and alcohol).

Fear Us Boys II Men Fear Us

2005-08-10T23:17:00.000-04:00

This is a case study of males, and their shopping habits. As most males, this was the case of clouded judgment and impulsive shopping. These two elements lead to the next part of the problem, group thinking. The combination of these items causes the following issue sounded good, but when it was actually happened, o goodness it was bad.

The only redeeming factor was the fact "the hotness" that is the hero of this fable Sachi was also wearing this monstrosity. Keith mentioned that he finally posed a shirt nice enough to be buried in it, as he noted that shafik had the stench of death following him, Mike explained that this was not the stench of death but rather Shafik a rare combination of KFC and Mark Jacobs cologne.

But on a positive note the sales of shirt spiked from well 0 to 4 but that was thanks to our marketing job. The shirts helped maintain the effect that we rolled in a gang, like "The Jets" or "The Sharks" causing Mike to sing "Maria Maria...." , but it was clear we were an intimidating element in VA Beach. Also dressing alike allowed us to stay together, once we stopped this practice we lost several people for hours at a time with no idea of what occurred, some suggested Venezuelan prostitute or a gay bar liaison, which was only intensified with the introduction of the waltz and sparkley belts from Harley Davidson Store.

His an Actor Folks

2005-08-10T22:59:00.000-04:00

Frank took some time during the trip to get some work in, and teach his new prodigy, Benson what it takes to be a boardwalk model. Here Frank shows how no sleeves enhance your ability to pose. Good work Frank. Bob said he learned so much from this impromptu lesson.

Finally finishing up his lesson, frank takes time to view the sights, not realizing till it was too late that the sun had long gone down. But he tiredlessly viewed the ocean trying to see the porpoise.

Frank did you find them? You can see from the next photo the answer is a resounding yes, not till much later do we realize is that what Frank saw was actually (fill in the blank),but still happy.

"For Our Freedom" Sandwars

2005-08-10T15:46:00.000-04:00

Recovering from our beach exploits and recounting them with great
vigor. We were treated to a surprise battle between two epic foes on
one side stood "the less filling" other side "taste great". Never was
there two more evenly matched foes. B for Bob felt accepted he
screamed "live action Dungeon & Dragons", he then realized and quickly
explained it was neither, rather it was Christian group advocating
violence to bring the bible to life. As Bob said "Jesus says violence
is cool", and how right he was, a fierce battle was waged. Team lets
say cheerio (they were dressed in yellow) featured a death wielding
cardboard box, while team special k (dressed in red) featured big
swords and a cardboard mace. The battle was fought as corona's and
iced tea poured down like waterfalls. We cheered the box figuring this where Shafik (SB) disappeared too. Then as quickly and suddenly as it began we became bored. Figuring it was time to wage of battle of our own Team Man Love vs. Team Time Haters (Hate hate hate) on the bikes. This battle featured Biker Boyzzzz style stunts and Bob "heart throb" Benson playing the roll of Ice Cube. More on this adventure will be shown in an up coming post.

How the Cooler Got Its Groove Back!!!

2005-08-09T16:55:00.000-04:00

08/04/05
Cooler's Urges:

Another vacation with friends and the cooler acting as fall in for Harsh "H-Bomb" Patel. Now you ask is the cooler the character from William Macy movie, well yes it is but not in this case, in this case its a rubbermaid cooler filled with evian water and corona's. Some feel the cooler is an "H-Bomb" upgrade, I mean it does provided sustaince and refreshing beverages but there is no replacement for "H-bombs" insults and unique view on life, but the cooler does do an admirable job.

The cooler during the long car ride to VA Beach became a bit aggressive with its advancements toward Shafik. For several hours Shafik valiantly fought off the coolerÃ’s sexual advances, realizing Shafik wouldn't succumb to the cooler, it moved onto an easier, sultrier target Mike "The Bus" Layton who is a sucka for ice cool coolers, but the cooler wasn't satisfied and desired Shafik.

08/05/05
Cooler's Urges:

The following evening after a night of copious amounts of alcoholic consumption the cooler and Shafik headed back to the room a little earlier then expected. Once we arrived we found Shafik past out as the Cooler had a smoke to celebrate its latest conquest. Causing Shafik to disappear the next day out of shame. The cooler was happy and content not providing any more trouble for rest of the trip.

Legoland @ Winsdor in 2004

2005-08-03T00:07:00.000-04:00

It begins, the moment life times are made of, Lego Land. While visiting England in 2004, the 12yr old inner child burst forth and dragged mah ass to Windsor to see LegoLand. One suprising fact to note that the "A train" pointed out was we were the only two who weren't pushing stroller or in a stroller, basically we lacked any sort of stroller element, now I understand what Jim Crow Laws felt like. The picturesque village that lay below had hidden dangers only anticipated in a George Lucas epic from skywalker ranch. Here the Castles pose with the "A train" out of fear for the great wrath of the "A train" could be unleashed at any moment. The barrage of stroller and rain took a momentary respite allowing for the photograph. Pretty cool what you can do with tiny plastic bricks and lots of free time in mom's basement.

Here the great village beast, lexically (godzilla's brick cousin) protects the lego village from the "A train" and the great "Turkeytron" son of Gobloxs from century 2925. Legozilla tells "A train" is what's on the menu today and you see the uneasiness in the eyes, because "Turkeytron" anin't rolling in this day, no time rift you know.

Finally I can say " I have the whole world in my hands I have the whole world in my hands..." If atlas was an Indian from Franklin New Jersey where the earth was made of legos this might be the image you would see... You notice how the lego dude doesn't assist, he don't care cause he is to busy being Lara croft, damn him. All I can say is, nice shoes.

The story bascially is, if in England lego land is a must, a one hour train ride from London with free shuttles to and fro. Where else can you build your own eating utensils. Other items of note include seeing Windsor Palace and some good tea and biscuits.

CALFEX (Military Training Exhibition) 2003 at Ft

2005-08-02T23:29:00.000-04:00

Here two of Picatinny's finest stand with two of America's finest on the back of a military vehicle during the meet and greet session of the CALFEX at Ft. Knox Kentucky. The man sporting the terminator like haircut and sunglasses is Mark, engineer by day Batman by night. In the orange is the ever stylish El-Sach-O. We take in the sights and smells when we realize Roberto spilled some diesel, ROBERTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can tell Mark is pondering will I get to drive this as Sachi is thinking of what's for lunch.
Here Sandra shows how cardio kick boxing might be great for the body but it does nothing for your balance as she slides off the vehicle loading ramp. The two soldiers are so enamored by the Mrs. Swan look alike who is taking the picture that aren't able to mobilize in time to rescue our Damsel, but no worries at the last moment with quick judo reflex Sandra hangs on and maintains her smile for Mrs. Swan. Of other note this was also the trip were we learned that in Kentucky road signs are at a premium and not mandatory. Other memorable items during CALFEX 2003 was that on a Friday night the place to be in Louisville or near Louisville is Denny's at 11pm. The biggest highlight of trip at least for Sandra from what I saw was the introduction of Bilal, ok I might be slightly fibbing. From the moment you realized something of Bilal, his ability to attach like foot fungus to others. One memorable moment was as we raced down the streets of Louisville to escape Bilal's tyranny he called to taunt us with the music styling of G & R (very cruel and unusual) as Sandra tried to duck and hide in the back of the car but couldn't help but rock out to G&R. Finally drastic measures had to be taken. This picture is of the rescues chopper sent by the UN to retrieve Sandra out of such hostile conditions, in fact it was being guided by non other then MacGyver, what you don't see is the pure evil genius of Bilal. This was his meal ticket, to capture Sandra for good and tell her stories of how Mangum PI was based on him, where the story goes from here is too dark to recount in this happy place so we will leave it up to your imagination to fill in the blanks. Look out for further updates to see what really happened.

Montreal 2005 & Jazz Festival

2005-08-01T23:38:00.000-04:00

The first week of July after spending a good chunk of June including my birthday with Mormons it was time to take the El Sach O tour up north to Oh Canada. In fact I didn't go to just any part of Canada but French Canada. Some people might be surprised that no they aren't planning to invade, Maple syrup is not every where just most every where, and the French Canadian ladies did not have facial hair or sound as annoying a Celine. Well actually this one lady, o never mind. The first of July is a great time to visit Montreal, its time of the International Festivale La Jazz. I was rocking out with 60,000 of my closest French Canadian friends listening to the insanely fun DJ Champion. Here the stage is being warmed up for the night time act. I know you are thinking that is a cousin of Jimmy Buffet or Richard Branson's slightly less famous cousin, you would be wrong, its just a dude who just smacked up a hobo and took this bitchin shirt. The other dude with no hair is the 1 in 10 who rogaine does not work for, sad but true. The third person in the picture is either Danny devito in disguise or woman well more specifically Rhea Pearlman were atkins went horribly wrong. This is a great thing to attend if you like music and just fun loving jimmy buffet wannabes.

Here is the act just prior to DJ Champion, where Montreal resembles the bedroom of a poor misguided college student who thinks xmas lights look year round. The Labatt Blue is flowing freely and pants become optional around hour 3. In fact you know its a good time because the lapped Blue Bear is there saying Excellent as he rubs both paws. The falafel's hurling about was an issue with no tahini sauce, this caused great outrage amongst one Canadian from Toronto causing him to burst into unimaginable rage and rightfully so, however he used the rage with misguided direction towards a tiny Indian man ,rajpal or something, who was accosted by the dudes wife for his umbrella. I being the guardian of honor and truth, defended this man with the only way how, by kicking him in nads and crawling into a fetal position. The Indian man of slight stature thanked me and promised the return of the EXpos, so I told him shut it.

Here I'm rolling about old Montreal through the rain and fog that is Canada. Pondering if this lady who is taking my picture is gonna run off with my camera then I realize she is already gone, but she was kind enough to return the roll by mail, but then I looked through the developed photo's and other then this sexy picture it was of French Canadian Clowns and there anin't anything sexy about a French Canadian Clown. This was essentially what happened north of the border when the Sachi World Tour hit, be ready for both a best of DVD and companion photo book one time special internet price of $29.95, send to the Sachico Foundation. Also if you are pasty and weighed using ford escorts, the favorable Canadian exchange rate will benefit you when looking for crack whores, as I was told by the outraged dude from Toronto $2 for his wife and a bottle of Jack. Look for other adventures soon.

Changes and Updates

2005-08-01T09:39:00.000-04:00

In its short inception the blog has undergone several radical changes that I as the administrator must describe in painfully boring detail. The Blog address name has changed that is more befitting to the overall theme of the blog and its proprietors of describing travel hijinks, and moments of humor (items that really are only interesting for those involved). Also the latest trip to Virginia Beach is moving forward as planned as team Delta Force will move on Thursday evening following combat training, while team douche bag (the other guys) will move on Friday morning. I will also be retrofitting this blog with past events and stories before they are lost in the fog that is our minds. Feel free to post comments to provide your own thoughts on the events being described to give better perspective. Also upon request and careful consideration I will allow post privileges to post up stories of your own.

2005-07-31T14:43:00.000-04:00

Taken in the August 2003, here Durango Jim in his trusty purple hat scales the cliffs of Acadia in search of the treasure of Sierra Madre I think or just running from sea kelp.

This latest adventure of Durango and his side kick J for Josh came about on a last minute idea that lobster needs to be digested so we just took up and left for Acadia. Some highlights included topping my car out 131mph before the speed limiter kicked in, sleeping in the back of my car, rock climbing on the ocean, eating lobster, Belgium beer, and lobster finger puppet show by Durango.

Side note, an example of my imagination getting carried away. I was driving through a small Maine bypass in heavily wooded area like most of Maine, no lights just sharp turns, darkness, and Moose. Driving cautiously I see a large bonfire and gathering of men, either it was boy scouts, large congregation of hunters, an east coast burning man, but my mind thought of the worst. Realizing I'm in Maine, watching Stephen King adaptations as a child on ABC I thought it was group of KKK members preparing their secret ritual to communicate with space aliens to exterminate this world of their version of undesirable. I thought I was spotted by them and they were chasing your hero Sachi, with some driving maneuvers from the movie Ronin. How the mind plays tricks, group going from boy scouts to KKK members trying to connect with aliens.

2005-07-31T14:25:00.000-04:00

Vijay eat your heart out, Sachi is having a better day at the venerable St Andrews then Vijay Singh did this past July.

In late spring of 2004, a 23yr old Sachi rocked the old world, by setting foot on the British Isles. One of the more memorable parts of the trip was the visit to St Andrews in Scotland with my partner in crime "The A-train". I never had an appreciation for golf and to this day I will still see it as an excuse to take a walk in the park, but St Andrews gives you an idea of why it might be fun. We played one round.

While we were playing around the few groups ahead of us had a large disproportional amount of bleached blonde hair children and young adults, who talked with a strong lisp, slurred speech and more spittle then Sylvester, so I turned to the "A-train" is this some sort of special education field trip, she said no their just Scottish.

Finally we walked on the beach so I could continue my tradition of setting foot into strange surf.

Salisbury Crag May 2004

2005-07-31T12:41:00.000-04:00

The image you see to the right is Salisbury Crag, a large plateu found on the city outskirts of Edinburgh. In Scotland, similiar to the Inuit of the north who have many names for snow, so do the Scottish for Crags. Crag climbing, more like a stiff hike is a popular and must do activity when visiting Edinburgh. On a day best described a scene from Lord of the Rings, my sister and I went crag climbing, I will post several of the pictures taking during this adventure featuring the exploits of the "A train" and "El Sach O" tackling this monumental task. Indians on the high range, fighting off the Scottish Elderly for the perfect shot of the City of Edinburgh below. This picture was taken in the late spring of May 2004.

Purpose of the Vacation, Photoes, & Stories Blog

2005-07-31T10:00:00.000-04:00

The purpose of this Blog is for my friends and close associates to see pictures and read stories of the happenings on trips with friends. I figured this is the best way for me to put up pictures and recount tales without having to A.) bore people with stories that I find amusing and B.) I'm notoriously lazy of sharing and developing photo's. So I figured this was the solution and time to time I will use this place to put up ramblings of insanity that I tend to have, this will be the outlet. It will also evolve in time for other friends and users to add items to the blog, for varying perspectives.