"Hey there, crazy camera angles!"

Gee whiz Howie! Mr. Brown's dog is missing! It's time to do some sleuthing!

Sleuthing? But Billy, I sure lost my magnifying glass! What'll I ever do!?

Billy and Howie! Gee whiz! I sure found Mr. Brown's dog in the basement!

I took this hot little number from the car while entering the city. Look closely and you will see the Stump Man!!!111

Matt sleeping on ***Gary's*** bed.

Matt getting dressed after a night on ***Gary's*** bed.

BUTTS

Katie and Matt appropriately snort coke before our workshop with the Upright Citizen's Brigade.

I took this cute little number in Katie's house after returning from New York.

Matt pulled off the door knob after he did all that coke.

This is a sexual picture.

Saturday Night Fever

The trip could not be complete without a little dumpster diving.

Those cases are dark and empty, just like our souls.

And then we ran into Toni Braxton!?!?! HOT!?!?!

Pete found a turntable. Now he will collect vinyl and be indie as shit.

Look at those people we don't know. I wonder if they're dead now.

This should be in a frame on your mother's coffee table.

This should be in a frame on your mother's coffee table, preferably adjacent to the last one.

Pete seems hurt as Matt makes no efforts to disguise the fact that he spent a night on ***Gary's*** bed.

Matt finds speaking difficult after a night on ***Gary's*** bed.

Matt fully embraces the New York lifestyle. AFTER A NIGHT ON ***GARY'S*** BED!

No comment.

You'd think the UCB would have the decency to spell it "theater."

Here I am paying homage to the UCB, despite the whole gay ass "theatre" business.

There were some really hot British guys over to the left. It was neat.

It started out as just another picture of Georgia drinking coffee . . . but look again, and more closely this time.

Trace took this while spouting off some historical shit. The jerk.

Matt and I ride the escalator up, away from the little people.

http://www.legosex.org

Umm, hi, Lego rock equals sweet ass sweet.

So I hear the Lego Band is on tour. We should check them out or something.

Matt and Trace, our Fratty McFrat boys, rufie up an unsuspecting victim.

Oh Matt. Still reminiscing about that night on ***Gary's*** bed?

Trace's mom visited for a portion of the trip.

This is Larry. He's in our comedy group. We're going to do vaudeville.

My artsy, retrospective attempt as we leave the city. I think it really "says" something. Specifically, "Bargh blargh? Booga what!"