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...

Oh crap

Fellow Huskers will agree...we are ones to abide by the law. We just don't like to mess with the idea of being sent to the slammer. I now see why.

Dear readers, it seems that when we deplaned in the great city of San Francisco, both Buford and I were a little tired and not paying attention to the signs. So, you guess it, we piled down on this bench to get some rest when the cops came and hauled us off. (Hence the lack of postings the past few months.)
So we were thrown on a boat and shipped out to this place that looks vaguely familiar.


The closer we came to the island, a chill came over us. This is not going to end pretty and there is will be no escaping this rock. That, and apparently only Indians are welcome, which I find incredibly ironic.


More postings on this saga are yet to come.

Where now??

Buford and I caught the next plane out of this frozen tundra. I don't even care where we go. Regardless, the view from high above the earth is fantastic. Seriously though, where are we going next?

Make no mistake...

...it's damn cold in Toronto!!!






Too cold for even the heartiest Husker blood...let's get outta here!

Rejection

So Harvard said "no". Fine, I will go down the street and talk to my buddy Dim O'Neil at MIT. Maybe he can get me in there. So we fill out the applications and instead of a response, all I get is this picture:

Buford and I were clearly upset by another rejection. So to get a feel for why we keep getting turned down, I called up our buddy Dim and asked him why he felt we were not MIT material. His response:

"You see fellas, I received my undergrad at Notre Dame and now I'm working toward a masters at MIT. And in my eyes, what got me into both places was a big bank account. Well, that and a good recommendation from my priest. He really liked it when I ..."

Yeah, the last portion was truncated when it became a little too revealing. Regardless, I suppose Buford and I are not university material, so let's hit the road!!!

Harvard

When I was on the East Coast, I applied for Harvard. I thought I would give it a try. I will let you know if I get accepted...

Callahan is gone!

Yeah, I know it's old news, but just in case you don't know why it's worth repeating:

Nebraska vs. Nevada: 52 - 10 W

Nebraska at Wake Forest 20 – 17 W

Nebraska vs. USC 31 – 49 L

Nebraska vs. Ball State 41 – 40 L

Nebraska vs. Iowa St. 35 – 17 W

Nebraska at Missouri 6 – 41 L

Nebraska vs. Oklahoma St. 14 – 45 L

Nebraska vs. Texas A&M 14 – 36 L

Nebraska at Texas 25 – 28 L

Nebraska at Kansas 39 – 76 L

Nebraska vs. Kansas St. 73 – 31 W

Nebraska at Colorado 51 – 65 L

I know...we really won against Ball State, but when the best you can do is only 1 point, I call that a loss.

Anyhow, here's hoping that the Husker Women's Volleyball team will do us proud!!!

Big Trouble in Little China

If you want to truly know "fear", catch a ride on this loony bin on wheels.

The Cherry Bus company prides itself in offering insanely low bus fares to those daring folks wishing to travel from Chinatown to Chinatown all along the East Coast. So for a meager $22, fine Huskers such as ourselves can travel from Philly to NYC (in route to Boston). But what the incredibly low bus fare doesn't tell you is that while the bus drivers are legally licensed to drive a 60-seat coffin on wheels, our beloved driver still handled the roads like a rickshaw driver going down Mount Huangshan in an ice storm. In fact, I'm reminded of City Airlines in the South Park episode "It's Christmas in Canada."

Philly MOA

So we went by the Philadelphia Museum of Art to see what was going on. This place was fantastic! Lots of great Renoir works. The Tibetan exhibit was particularly nice as well.

Rocky & Philadelphia

First stop on the East Coast...Philadelphia. It's a fun little town with strange boxer statues abound. Notice how the wierdness of the statue radiates such that it distorted the picture...

Jeff's long lost brother

This guy has absolutely nothing to do with this blog, but I hurt myself laughing every time I look at this picture!

(For better enjoyment, click on the picture to enlarge it.)

The return of Tom

Well, dear readers, I return from my autumnal sabbatical to find that my beloved Huskers have gotten thumped by the Kansas Gayhawks. And it wasn't just a small win for them, it was a record score against us!!! My gawd, we're almost as bad as Baylor this year!!! But fear not, Tom Osborne has returned and I rest assured that he will right the Husker boat before it sinks to the bottom.

I think it's time to take the message to the streets that the Husker's are on their way back to the top of the polls. To kick things off I have hired a plane to head for the East Coast. I would like you to meet the pilot, Typhoid Mary. Weird name, I know, but the price was right and she can do this thing with her tongue that...well, that's another story for another day.

Those damn screws...

are under the couch in your upstairs bonus room. Duh.

Mmmmm...Bar-B-Q

Personally, I get half-a-stock just thinking about Bar-B-Q...

Joining the Circus

Buford and I have been considering joining the circus or possibly even a Civil War re-enactment troupe even though Nebraska wasn't even a state at the time.

In preparation, we both took turns getting shot out of a cannon.

-Albert

Don't mind if I do!

An Albert & Buford PSA

Albert & Buford say:

"Never drink & drive U-hauls to the drive-thru ATM."