
Over the past week I’ve taken you places you’ve never been, showed you things you’d never seen, tickled you in places you’ve never been tickled. I’m not saying you should thank me—no, really, it’s okay—but your tips are appreciated nonetheless. Before doing so, however, please know that I’ve been saving the best for last: starting now. Ladies and gentlemen … behold. The prince of the Amazonian rainforest, the queen of the favela jungle: Richard Allen Kosick. Travel agents are standing by. Brazil awaits you.
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Wee-Man and Dimitry Elyashkevich
So while out on the “dudes on the lake” tour, we drank every night but this night was exceptional. Jeff and his buddy Sweet Willy decided to play Dave (Jeff’s brother) and I at a lovely game of Cornhole. We smoked their asses two games, and I couldn’t shut my big mouth and kept hounding them until we played a third game. It seemed we were going to be defeated, but no fucking way. Came back from a 20-12 game and won. Ha ha… Love it. But here are just a few artsy photos from the same night. I like shooting photos like this. Guess you can say it’s my style. So enjoy!
Wee-Man