Let me take you to....Chinatown!

This guy greeted me at the gates of Chinatown...what a nice guy....

This was a family of Nebraskans that I was spying on. They were willing to adopt us, but they said they were returning home, so we decided to pass...

Professor Wang's...heh-heh-heh...

Where Is it (pt 5)

Jeff,

I'm disappointed that you are not even attempting to guess where we are!!!! Don't make me start hurling insults again...

Where is it? (pt. 4)

Prisoner #34 escapes

In case you were wondering, we did manage to escape the Rock successfully. How did we do it? Bit by bit, we chipped through the wall at night smuggling the bits of concrete out to the recreation field by day. Once we cut through the wall, we ran down the adjacent hallway and slid through the air vents to the cliffs outside.

There, we ran into a small problem. IF we can even get down this cliff, how are we going to get across the bay?


Enter Hans & Franz:

Hans & Franz had flown up from the Castro district to spend the afternoon on the sunny cliffs and determined that they could arrange to carry us across the bay and drop us off on their way back through San Francisco. It was so kind of them!

Can't Touch This...

An update from Husker country:

The towel boys for the Nebraska football team are at it again. They had a truck rally in honor of the surely successful football season ahead. At the after party, there was a nude Dale Earnhardt look-a-like contest that your cousin-daddy Bubba won, hands down.


Jeff, I think you would look so great in a killer 'stache like the one your cousin-daddy is sporting.

Incredimazing...

Albert & Buford approve of this web site: http://incredimazing.com

Jeff described in two words...

Where is it? (pt. 3)

Yes...yes...finally a statue honoring the daily male ritual of "Choking the Chicken." It bears a striking resemblance, if you notice...just imagine Jeff with a mullet. (Chicken is not to scale.)

Where is it? (pt 2)

Here is another one: Where are we?

Prisoner #34

Here's a few pics of our digs while on The Rock:


It wasn't much, but we called it home:

Free at Last, Free at Last

We've been on the lam ever since we escaped from Alchy-traz. Not only are there quite a number of San Francisco pictures to post, we've have also taken many pictures of the sights along our escape route since then. Many of them are quite random. So, let's play a game that we will call: "Where is it?" So Jeff, here are your first pictures:


It's not an upskirt, but it's close...